Metatron

Given to crescent moon / Chaldean echoes of spectral gloom / Like a pen pal of 
the gods / No horns no reply 

Flowers of sorcery / Like pearls before the swine / Defying space and time / 
Sez the pineal gland of mine 

Like, 

Given to dreaming witches' lie / It's sweet to close your weary eyes / Given 
to pentacles and more / Drunk with the blood of the whore 

Gimme some Metatron / Damn my immortal soul / But show me something that 
I don't know / Gimme some Metatron 

Given to waning moon / Septuagint whispers of impending doom / Cautes and 
Cautopates / A shit load of bad ass deities / Wore out my shovel / Burying 
monsters where they popped up / And it's OK / Doesn't matter anyway 

For Babalon above / For Babalon below 

Gimme some Metatron