I’m burningYearningUnnervingI’m turningInto fireInto flamesI’m in needIt is direTo put out this fire I’m alightNot alrightSo dowse me in waterLord Father, blow the damRelease the flow that is holyWell sorta, soulyBring forth the silver riverExtinguish they which is Crowley Push aside those that are follyAligned with the horned beastThem creatures which sliverMakes your skin shiverAnd

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