The High Priestess or the Beast in me
I am sworn to secrecy

We could just decide to insist upon happiness
But the farther we are from it the harder to chase
It is now time to put down the master's tools of loss
Walk with me and stoke our flames or just observe the chaos

The High Priestess or the Beast in me
Responds to tragedy
The High Priestess or the Beast in me
In rising clarity

If this lifе causes you to doubt what you should believе
Ride with me to find the secrets now millennia buried
We ride till we piss ourselves and then we ride some more
When our horses tire we sleep on the forest floor

The High Priestess or the Beast in me
I once swore secrecy
The High Priestess or the Beast in me
In each hand a different key

(So we dig softly through the worms
Creation takes many forms)
NOTHING --
AND SOMETHING FROM IT!