Summon Me! From Dismal Mountain
Where fallen prayers drift slowly down
Where ash of fallen prayer lies mounting
From the privy of the Beast!
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Take Me! Shake each Gilded Logic
From dreaded Death! From dung deposits!
From the liars’ breath of thieves!
From Serpentes, friend of Eve!
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Spill Me! Spill my ancient grief!
My faith that God once had in beasts!
Spill the essence of my clay
Across the Day! Across the Day!
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O Hear! Echoic from this ashen fell
Where idols leant and fallen dwell—
My Lords-in-waiting! Seneschals!
Summon Me!
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A few words:
Serpentes (sir-pent-eze): a name in biology for the snakes— used here as the given name of the serpent in the Garden of Eden.
Fell: a hill or highland.
Leant is leaned. Rhymes with lent.
Seneschal: an officer or steward in a medieval noble household, in charge of servants and their duties, ceremonies and administration of justice. Reminds me of a lieutenant in an old crime family.
The premise here is that The Beast has no power of his own; it is first begged or stolen.
This lyric comes off as heavy metal in my head. With operatic overtones.