I set myself out to love the Queen of the Sky fully as a worthy bhakta, but the stronger my emotion is, the more painfully conscious I am that she is far away, beyond her Veil, beyond her photographs and beyond any and every track I can find. Her presence is always something to be foretold beyond the fog, hey Veil not to be lifted. I cannot shed light on Her, for she shyes away.
Put me out Cracky, so that your night can sweep me away with you.
Holy Mother, Holy Flower, Holy Goddess, have mercy on the devout and on the heathens alike.
Holy Mother, Holy Flower, Holy Goddess, have mercy on the devout and on the heathens alike.
Holy Mother, Holy Flower, Holy Goddess, have mercy on the devout and on the heathens alike.