Crowleys watch

Finding comfort in the wait,
For the great beauty.
Dionysus hail!
Conquer my eyes,
Raw minds are blind,
I have to turn and see the time.

Dogs!
Run,
No, no, no,
It`s not about gods,
The celestial birth of angel moths,
The doom, the blooming beauty of the moon.

The beast raises his wand,
Give me your hand,
My lovers, in glory of the life we shall shower,
Piece by piece building the Babylon`s tower.

Distributing the gods that were forsaken,
Bringing enlightment that was taken,
Tributing the men that can`t be aweken.