Heliopolis Necropolis Open your petals to the night In the stream unconscious In white ash and cypress Dawn's suit of light Which star in fire horn Lead out Onto the valley floor By no voice save yours Roaring in Dead tongues speak no more Upon the sleeping prophet's bed Rest the flaming sword Infernal and forged O golden one Thou slay me with it From shining mountain come Lord saith unto my lord No voice save yours Hevel Mere breath Mere death Hevel You know my rising Know my lying down Bеhold I do a new thing Who will see it The satisfied еye Satisfied eye Under the sun Of the shining mountain Of the burning thigh