Artist: Ghost
Track: Kaisarion
Lyrics
Hey
Kaisarion
A prophecy told
We're building our empire
From the ashes of an old
Kaisarion
The fruit of the womb
Our brotherhood of good faith
Sealed an apostate witch's doom
It's the sound of another deadline
Whistling past your ears
It's the sight of a million regrets
Mounting over years
It's the words that were never spoken
That echoes through the times
It's the smell of the burning temples
Swept away by rhymes
(Hypatia) far away from the stench of the heavens
(Hypatia) long ago, yet too close to forever
(Hypatia) when the paradise is lost, go straight to
Kaisarion
A matter of love
When mother earth is calling
For a father up above
Kaisarion
Put on the smiles
And throw your holy rocks
Right at her, for her satanic wiles
It's the truth of candor shone
Through a prism of deceit
It's the continence of bishops
With their choirboys ensuite
It's the tongue selling adulation
That licks to no avail
It's the noise of the righteous dogma
That hides the handmaid's tail
(Hypatia) far away from the stench of the heavens
(Hypatia) long ago, yet too close to forever
(Hypatia) when a paradise is lost, go straight to
It's the sound of another deadline
Whistling past your ears
It's the sight of a million regrets
Mounting over years
It's the words that were never spoken
That echoes through the times
It's the smell of the burning temples
Swept away by rhymes
It's the truth of candor shone
Through a prism of deceit
It's the continence of bishops
With their choirboys ensuite
It's the tongue selling adulation
That licks to no avail
It's the noise of the righteous dogma
That hides the handmaid's tail
(Hypatia) far away from the stench of the heavens
(Hypatia) long ago, yet too close to forever
(Hypatia) when a paradise is lost, go straight to
(Hypatia) far away from the stench of the heavens
(Hypatia) long ago, yet too close to forever
(Hypatia) when a paradise is lost, go straight to
Full Lyrics and Meaning
Hey
Kaisarion
A prophecy told
We're building our empire
From the ashes of an old
Kaisarion
The fruit of the womb
Our brotherhood of good faith
Sealed an apostate witch's doom
It's the sound of another deadline
Whistling past your ears
It's the sight of a million regrets
Mounting over years
It's the words that were never spoken
That echoes through the times
It's the smell of the burning temples
Swept away by rhymes
(Hypatia) far away from the stench of the heavens
(Hypatia) long ago, yet too close to forever
(Hypatia) when the paradise is lost, go straight to
Kaisarion
A matter of love
When mother earth is calling
For a father up above
Kaisarion
Put on the smiles
And throw your holy rocks
Right at her, for her satanic wiles
It's the truth of candor shone
Through a prism of deceit
It's the continence of bishops
With their choirboys ensuite
It's the tongue selling adulation
That licks to no avail
It's the noise of the righteous dogma
That hides the handmaid's tail
(Hypatia) far away from the stench of the heavens
(Hypatia) long ago, yet too close to forever
(Hypatia) when a paradise is lost, go straight to
It's the sound of another deadline
Whistling past your ears
It's the sight of a million regrets
Mounting over years
It's the words that were never spoken
That echoes through the times
It's the smell of the burning temples
Swept away by rhymes
It's the truth of candor shone
Through a prism of deceit
It's the continence of bishops
With their choirboys ensuite
It's the tongue selling adulation
That licks to no avail
It's the noise of the righteous dogma
That hides the handmaid's tail
(Hypatia) far away from the stench of the heavens
(Hypatia) long ago, yet too close to forever
(Hypatia) when a paradise is lost, go straight to
(Hypatia) far away from the stench of the heavens
(Hypatia) long ago, yet too close to forever
(Hypatia) when a paradise is lost, go straight to
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