Tales Of Babylon's Whore - Devilish Impressions

«Et in fronte eius nomen scriptum mysterium

Babylon magna mater fornicatum

Et abominationum terrae»

With tears in eyes they dream

Her lips bather in blood of tyranny

Fear — the only thing they

Fear — know and respect and that

Fear — had always been their

Fear — supreme sanctity

«Et vidi mulierem ebriam de sanguine sanctorum

Et de sanguine martyrum Iesu et miratus sum

Cum vidissem illam admiratione magna»

With tears in eyes they dream

Her lips bather in blood of tyranny

Hell and heaven — that’s where the dreams of man were born

Thoughts intoxicated with false grief and pious jealousy

Immortal forces that feed on their own vanity

Why do we pray to GODS that don’t EXIST?

Hail the King that is inside of You, hail that King

Hail the Queen that is inside of You

She who looks at you from the mirror every single day

Hell and heaven — that’s where the dreams of man were born

Thoughts intoxicated with false grief and pious jealousy

Immortal forces that feed on their own vanity

Why do we pray to GODS that don’t EXIST?

«Quantum glorificavit se et in delicis fuit tantum date

Illi tormentum et luctum quia in corde suo dicit sedeo

Regina et vidua non sum et luctum non videbo»

With tears in eyes they dream

That from now on God is Satan