Testo Archangels Thunderbird

When the everywhere-eye

Asks you

Who is the emperor

Of the sky
Take the Archangel's Thunderbird



Go to Edgar Allen

In the tower of sleep

He'll tell you a story

Which makes you to creep

The echo of your cries

Is falling so deep


Rent a destroyer

And sail to Cape Cod

There lives a lion

They call him God

There is no elevator to Eden

But a hole in the sky



In shock-corridors

People are standing

With their eyes in their hands

But they don't understand

Why their confessional folding-chairs

Go into the narcotic flight of stairs



Baiting soldiers are sleeping

In the melting House of Wax

Why is the audience not taking

The insurrection-axe

Thousands of windows burst open

And the alarm bells are broken