Receivers of the Pumpkinthrone Lyrics

Clyde
Blessed Harriet....Blessed, all-seeing orb, guide me.

Santa
My children, I present a gift, in the sky above to thee.
Feast upon the night-born splendor, praise the wisdom of the Tree.

Magic Ghost
I am guided by the sight, guided by the sight, searching now for thee.

Santa
Blessed creatures of the planet, may we live in harmony.
Be bestowed the gift of embers, as the Tree bestowed to me.

Magic Ghost
I am guided by the sight, guided by the sight, searching now for thee.

Santa
Oh my brother, you, my brother.
Oh my brother, you, my brother.
Oh my brother, you have found me in the night, by the Tree.
My child is sleeping within thy gentle embrace, beneath the Antisun, before the new dawn.
Blessed sleeping child, be now warmed by the offering.

Magic Ghost
Oh my brother, you, my brother.
Oh my brother, I have found thee in the night, by the Tree.
Oh my brother, singed by the moonlight.

Santa's Daughter
Father! My king, my king.
I am awakened, in the night, in the night.

Santa
In the sky, particles aligning within the stars.

Magic Ghost
Oh sacred king, my brother.
I praise the sight, I praise thee.

Santa
The Antisun is directed by the power of the staff.
Shimmering, nearing completion, guided by the astral path.

Magic Ghost and Santa's Daughter
We are guided by the sight, guided by the sight, searching now for thee.