Way back when I was younger
My fortunes brought me to
The solution for what ails me
An elixer to reveal the truth
It's been years since I heard first rumor
Of a recipe of such magnitude
That I shut myself away, to this very day
To create the primordial booze
"You can't drink that shit and live"
(Whatchu talking about, it's not that stout)
"Unhand your dreams and get rid of it"
After years of concocting
After years of failure
All my fears I've been unlocking
Setting free, making clearer to be seen
I will use, what I choose
What I want to, and you I will bruise
If you shroud the truth
Revealed by primordial booze
Take five parts boiling water
Nine ounces of wormwood
Stir it counter-clockwise muttering
This verse to make it good:
(English) " the thunders of wrath doth slumber in the north, in the likeness of an oak whose branches are dung-filled nests of lamentation and weeping laid up for the earth, which burn night and day and vomit out the heads of scorpions and live sulfur mingled with poison. "
(Enochian) " coraxu cahisa coremepe, od belanusa lucala azodiaodore paebe soba iisononu cahisa uirequo ope copehanu od racalire maasi bajile caosagi; das yalaponu dosiji od basajime; od ox ex dazodisa siatarisa od salaberoxa cynuxire faboanu. "
"You can't drink that shit and live"
(I beg to differ, yes it's stiffer than I'm used to...)
"Unhand your dreams and get rid of it"
(But I've already made up my mind, and I'm running out of time)