THE LAMP OF THOTH LYRICS

1. Skull Fuel

Philosophy is my eye, mathematics my fist,
An alchemical mind within a skull of mist.

Skull Fuel.
Death Moon!

A cosmos made of herbs,
A deep green universe,
Where wooden hands embower,
With splinters of their power,

On ghosts' coat-tails I build my throne,
In this intangibility I call home,

Skull Fuel,
Death Moon!

With glorious abstractions how I deny the dark,
My intangibility is my power, oh how I give but never can devour,
Gonna grow me some light, a little blood red flower,
There is nothing more heavenly than the death which dwells in the full bloom of life,
They say it measures potential, forever we grasp for solids we all hope to digest,
To invest in those vitals without which we can never rest,
To implore the opening of the door, so we can be what we were before,
So we can help restore the umbilical vegetation that held the world in the centre of the universe,
When we were all the tentacles of God, when we all inhaled the purest cosmos,
Through the finest instruments nature could provide,
We didn't have to hide, we didn't have to decide – we just had to ride,
But now it's all 'who is on whose side?'
Don't let the sadness divide – let loose you alchemical side!

Witness this golden brain, imprisoned in a body of lead,
Whilst my impulse is alive – my fingertips are dead!

On ghosts' coat-tails I build my throne,
In this intangibility I call home,

Skull Fuel,
Death Moon!

2. The Boggard

Ah'am thi' Boggard. Ah am thi' doom.
In t' deead o't neet – ab'll bi comin' soon.
Ah wait in mi' 'oil, fer't passers bi'
N'if tha' on thi' own – tha gonna dee!
Sometimes ah throttle, or slithee throat,
Than ah sit, on thi' sowl n' gloat!

N' if thi' see mi' flickeri' leet,
Stay away – 'ell's abawt toneet,
N' if thi' 'ear, mi' gusty groan,
Another sowl, is naw mi' own.

Ah'am thi' Boggard. Ah am thi' doom.
In t' deead o't neet – ab'll bi comin' soon.
Thi' tried to catch mi' n' find mi' oil,
But someone named mi' long ago!
Naw ah belong, tat world o' form,
N't new God's power, can't do mi' no arm!

N' if thi' see mi' flickeri' leet,
Stay away – 'ell's abawt toneet,
N' if thi' 'ear, mi' gusty groan,
Another sowl, is naw mi' own.

3. Dark World

[originally by Saint Vitus]

I just took a trip
into a bottomless well
face to face with the madness
that's been cracking my shell
all around me, decay
burning in my eyes
I can see no way
to save our lives

Pray!

I hear little children
begging for relief
I hear all of us say
don't even bother me
tomorrow it could be you
tomorrow it could be me
we're all in the same slimy boat
and we're all going to sink

Pray!

See the children dying
Hear the mothers crying
It's a dark world after all,
Misery inherent, happiness deterrent,
It's a dark world after all.

Hear the children calling,
As the bombs are falling,
It's a dark world after all,
Hear the bellies rumble,
As the cities crumble,
It's a dark world after all.

When was it that I first realised that Saint Vitus was not just a band, but a philosophy, a moral code, and a way of life?

Digging through the waste
of a tortured land
you'll meet others, like you
the last trace of man
everybody's crying
and everybody screams
you will turn your head and say
I only care about me

Pray!

4. Me Man – Me Drink!

Me Man – Me Drink!

It's a fuckin' fact!
Teetotal is for twats,
So don't be fuckin' queer,
Drink thy fuckin' beer!

Me man – me Drink!

Yorkshire bred n' born,
Puff-brew we will scorn,
If a drink's not brown,
It does not go down.

There's no whiskey – there's no beer,
If I don't drink – am I queer?
Have no concern – have no fear,
Whoo needs women when there's beer?!

It's a fuckin' fact!
Teetotal is for twats,
So don't be fuckin' queer,
Drink thy fuckin' beer!

5. They Dance

They dance and they drink and they die and they doom,
They sliver and they slide in the silvery moon,
They boil and they burn and they blacken their bones,
In ash-filled euphoria of monolith stones.

They dance!
They doom!
They dance!
By the light of the moon.

Lovely in lechery, they lighten their lamps,
Striking strange shadows on fey fog-filled banks,
Evil eerie eyes measure mourning in mist,
And a grunt garbled gruffness doth silence resist.

Oh grey face at midnight with skeletal grace,
Most hallowing spectres horn haunting this place,
Corpse carving crazed runes on luminous skin,
A stone sigiled sabbat which begs to begin,

Strange mansions of the mind,
Carcosa here to find,
Come join our little ball,
A King in Yellow calls!

He's coming soon,
We dance the light of the moon,
Forbidden play,
Drop that cross you silly man,
It don't mean a thing,
Out here in heathen lands,
Lucifer is king!

Tear this veil away,
Act with us this play,
What a strange thing to ask,
Sir we wear no masks!

He's coming soon,
We dance the light of the moon,
Forbidden play,
Drop that cross you silly man,
It don't mean a thing,
Out here in heathen lands,
Lucifer is king!

You creatures of the dark I say, I cast thee light, now fall away,
Blasphemers in the dark say I, I who oppose the evil Eye,
You devils in the dwindling mist, attend the commandments that I list,
Monster and hag that gloat in sin I purify the Devil's kin.

The serpent spews forth called in the call,
Of the bile black breath of satyricon souls,
Nearing the nakedness of nubile nude nymphs,
Who writhe wreathed in ecstasy on pedestal and plinth.

Black metamorphosis, doth spiral into abyss.

6. An Oath Sworn On The Ashlar Stone

An eerie night bathed by moonlight on the Keighley Moors
A strange troop of men climb the hill again: folk lock their doors
Lamps on the hillside – burning flames under crooked trees
And the old rock flaunts its silence in the winter's breeze

Come in child; don't let the devil in – hark not that lonely evil
These are strange times in which we dwell

[Chorus:]
The Dark Brothers in the mist,
Follow the lull of their secret tryst,
For the great god Jarbulon
An oath sworn on the Ashlar stone

Light the fire and I'll tell you a tale of the times long past,
When the rock was still so ancient; there druids sat
In times of old in Brigantia's foldwhen the Celts held sway
The great rock stood and drank their blood on the solstice day

And in the Dark Age time when the Vikings arrived the dark rock saw
Infernal rites held to the skies and the lord of war,
And I heard tell there that under Norman's glare
The Knights Templar came
To pray to the baphomet and their dark covens make

It's been many years since sabbats on the hill they reigned
And witches laughed through the hoary nights
devils to raise
The grey stone sits in silence but its shadow looms
And called the souls of evil men towards their dooms

7. The Lamp Of Thoth II

8. Drinking Song

THE LAMP OF THOTH LYRICS