| You yearn for the
mysteries of Melek Taus the Peacock Lord, seducer of souls. The angel of earth who fell down from heaven who brought down the stars who taught us the Art. He holds in his eyes the fire of life Stolen from heaven, The flame of the soul. With serpentine dances and dark longing glances He lures you out in the cloak of the night. The serpents will rise and the hush then will follow That leads to abandon; Leads you to Their realm, To taste wicked pleasures (His voice is like music) To love earthen treasures (His touch is like silk) To drink and get drunk on a river of moonlight And sing, both together, with hearts now as one As white fire flows from the passionate one! Drink deep of the God of the flesh, Drink deep of the God of the soul, Drink deep of his passion, And make it your own. |
 3/23/02 |
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