The key to joy is disobedience There is no guilt And there is no shame A moonpiece to fetch up the golden cup A snowpiece to avoid the great heat of the sun Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon An icepiece so as they seem forever fallen A nightpiece of the dismal supper and strange entertainment A rare chancepiece, a handsome piece of deformity The skin of a snake bred out of the spinal marrow of a man With stones and illegible inscriptions found about great ruins Pictures of three remarkable steeples, or towers Built purposely awry, so as they seem eternally tipping and falling A transcendent perfume made of the richest odorates Kept in a box of translucent scale A glass of spirits made of ethereal salt, hermetically sealed up Kept continually in quicksilver, of so volatile a nature That it will scarcely endure the light And therefore only shown in winter Or by the light of a carbuncle, or a firefly And batwings And batwings And batwings sing this limnal hymn A wideness opening and closing to keep the darkness sealed within To keep the darkness sealed within To keep the darkness sealed within And batwings And batwings And batwings sing this limnal hymn A wideness opening and closing to keep the darkness sealed within To keep the darkness sealed within To keep the darkness sealed within To keep the darkness sealed within A moonpiece to fetch up the golden cup [NonLyrical Vocals]
batwing, sealed, within, darkness, wideness