SHANTY And so it was that you were born Into this world one winter morning, With a childish innocence you smiled at me And I was born again. BOY SOLO
(Mary Dee's Office) WOMEN'S CHORUS (office staff) Working women at the top, Will it ever stop? Papers piling up and up. Days go by like Monday, Tuesday
SHANTY And so it was that I had grown Into a youth uncertain, thrown Amongst the lions and the lambs. To pass the time we watched the children dance.
(Mary Dee and Shanty's home) MARY DEE (alone in bedroom) The world you're coming into, Is no easy place to enter. Every day is haunted By the echoes
Up those stone steps I climb Hail this joyful day's return Into its great shadowed vault I go Hail the Pentecostal morn The reading is from Luke 24 Where
Up those stone steps I climb Hail this joyful day's return Into it's great shadowed vault I go Hail the pentecostal morn The reading is from luke 24
The Majestic horns of Baphomet are indeed our occult banners proudly up in the air! The androgynous light of Lucipher is our noble passion, most dear
When the teeth can hold back the gears when the stitches are all that hold the scars together and the lakes dry up like deserts is that when I will have
The Majestic horns of Baphomet are indeed our occult banners proudly up in the air! The androgenious light of Lucipher is our noble passion, most dear
Oh! Insinuant tongue of Lilith Oh! Virtuous latin Langsuyar Will you both drive me onto an Erudit Zenith? Will I take part in the lybidious dances of
We live this together We're Bounder by sound All these years of struggle Are keeping us strong We reach for each other's smile We're playing with the
They saw and island appearing through the fog divine women were waiting on the shore We're divine poets rhyme we are the healing for your hearts and
Land of creation More than aplace It's like a spirit That has been living throughout our times Home of the warriors Fighting for people's freedom A magic
I'm sited on star, full of light and magic From here i can see the earth I'm sited on a star, it looks so small and feeble Like a litle child at his birth
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