[Words taken from "A song of liberty", William Blake]
Let the Priests of the Raven of dawn no longer in deadly black, with hoarse note, curse the sons of joy!
Nor his accepted brethren, whom, tyrant, he calls free: lay the bound or build the roof.
Nor pale religious Letchery call that virginity, that wishes but acts not!
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
