Ave, Asmodeus. Doom to You. Sandal on the left Leaves the soul bereft Step across the door Shadows on the floor The morning starts with dread The spirits must be fed. Spit, spit, on the stone Leave the gods alone Spit, spit, one two three Do not look at me The Strix is on the wall Waiting for the call Feathers wet with clay From the land of grey It bears the water's mix The cold and black of Styx. Strix and Styx Strix and Styx The candle flickers out Strix and Styx Strix and Styx We all go down. Silver in the glass Watch the image pass Crack across the face Seven years of space The salt is on the ground The luck can not be found. Spit, spit, on the stone Leave the gods alone Spit, spit, one two three Do not look at me. Strix... Styx...
