Brood Faye - Redwall

We tarry nevermore amidst the gale
So unseen whisperers may tell the tale
We would not dream to utter nor respond
Why don't I drown this nightmare in the pond?
Why don't I drown this nightmare in the pond?
Why don't I drown this nightmare in the pond?

My liege I did deny no prisoners
But I remember when the fight was done
When I was dry with rage and extreme toil
Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword
Came there a certain lord, neat and trimly dressed
Fresh as a bridegroom with his chin new reap'd
Showed like a stubble land at harvest home
He was perfumèd like a milliner

Cast your weary weathered sunken bones
Unto your shallow bed
Lay your head all feathered down in sheets of gold
And blades of red

And only in eroto-comatosis
What Aiwass in our honeymoon may show us
And Babalon with wit beyond our sights
Screams Baphomet, O Baphomet to light
Baphomet, O Baphomet to light
Baphomet, O Baphomet to light
Baphomet, O Baphomet to light
Baphomet, O Baphomet to light
Baphomet, O Baphomet to light
Baphomet, O Baphomet to light
Baphomet, O Baphomet to light
Baphomet, O Baphomet to light

Written by:
Zachary Webber

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