The Snow (Out in the Cold)
from Aleister Crowley's Moonchild:
Beholding all, with eyes whose flashes flood
The veins of their own universe with blood

Windowpane

In the sky and in the eye and
In the sky and in the eye and
If you want to touch the sky
Just put a window in your eye
See the sun, see the rain
See the window, see the pane
See the sun and see the rain
See the bird's eye, see the brain
Ancient cities rise again
See microscopic, see worldview
See the future leaking through
See the person who once was you
See the seashore and see the sand
See the windows in your hand
See the lie

Gold is the sky in concentrate
Power in its purest state
Power surge, power will rise
Through the window and through the skies
See the sky and see the eye and
See the sky and
In your hand in the sky and in your eye
See the sky in your hand
See the sky and understand

Gold is the sky in concentrate
Power in its purest state
Power will rise, power will fly
Through the window, through your eye

Gold is the sky
Gold is the sky
Riches, treasures, riches, treasures
Riches, treasures, riches
Riches, treasures, riches, treasures
Riches, treasures, riches, treasures
Riches

Gold is the sky in concentrate
Power in its purest state
Power will rise, power will fly
Through the window, through your eye