Metastophaliese - EXUMa

I summon thee

And I call to thee

I set thee free

Metastophaliese

Birds fly too soon the they day

To live again, once again

Metastophaliese

Hi-de-hi, I hide the day

I hide the night

When it is time I hide thee away

Metastophaliese

In the crossroads I do sit

In the dirt I spit my spit

You are me and I am you

Come in the form of a comely young youth

Not as a fierce ferocious brute

I suck your juice and eat your fruit

Your blood is my blood

My skin is your skin

Come, cut me and I bleed, Metastophaliese

You are my kin, my, your sin is my sin

Come thee!

Come to me, Metastophaliese

Metastophaliese

Oh, great one, old and son

There is none compared to thee

Metastophaliese