Vārdi: Babylon Whores. Death Of The West. Life Fades Away.

How high the Sun

For the Lovers, for the Moon
For the Hanged Man


For the Fool



Tread gently with your dancing feet

Over past men in righteous sleep

The princes pale the life that failed


Poisoned they too once had their day


Dance over the graves

And scream for solace out of day

With a grimoire, syringe, a mind unhinged

Oh come what ever may



Watching the world
Pass us slowly by


A corpse into quicklime

Black beneath your eyes



Hey

Life fades away



How high the Sun
For the Devil, for the World


For the Temperance
The Death's dance





In garden green the worm and fiend

Weave beautiful each our dream

Eat at the timbers of sanity

And then we wake up into



Dance over the graves

And scream for solace out of day

With a grimoire, syringe, a mind unhinged

Oh come what ever may



Watching the world
Pass us slowly by



Black beneath your eyes
A corpse into quicklime




Swords to sever limb

Wands to grind the bone
Cups to drain the blood

Coins to shut the eyes



Life fades away



Dance over the graves

Come what ever may