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You and me are saints shooting a porno in the sky

starring St Valentine

Our fellowship writes a sci-fi poem Adonai,

death is our deadline

Christ on a belfry's wall sprays upgraded mystic signs,

falls down and dies

Through the sea of stars we are sending jolly lies

Our Black Moon still shines

Only you must decide what is true, what is lie

We are free guerillas of your soul, Moon still shines

Higher, our church is chaosmagick of black holes

Higher, our priest is stellar Judas of your soul

Higher, our Black Moon still shines

Lord got the title role in an occult soap opera,

since that time he's been a star

Our yellow press brought news of Satan's parricide,

readers are satisfied

Venus the Concubine sings an aggressive lullaby,

death-wish be her guide

Through the sea of stars we are sending jolly lies

Our Black Moon still shines

Only you must decide what is true, what is lie

We are free guerillas of your soul, Moon still shines

Higher, our church is chaosmagick of black holes

Higher, our priest is stellar Judas of your soul

Higher, our Black Moon still shines