Path Of Golconda - Metropolis Rotting lyrics

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Babylonic in their effort to ray

They reversed their fate in tongues

In a language of defy and decay

A thousand devils became one

So sardonic in their effort to slay

So demonic came the end of days

So splendid they had sought their fall

None for none and woe for all

Was the season

From Chaos, bred, into the heart

Born without reason

Looking glass, looking glass,

Menace on the wall

Tell us how that city grew

A whore called Babylon

"And claiming the skies from holy flame to soma

the god they derive upraise from peace and coma

Many be the plagues of wrath until forgiveness

Swarm the land to His command and curse..."

And still I dream

Of her Belladonna eyes

Gazing far to sweet oblivion

I am afraid...

So still it seems

Her porcelain heels did crack

As she fell with morning light

I am enchained...

Enchained to the carcass of becoming

Growing, glowing like the moon over tombs

Far from perfection but close to addiction

Petrifying hopes to a stairway to Hell

To Hell...

And to Hell they wane...

Debris rushing by as swiftly we tumble

Turning in a maelstrom of sin

It was me, on my knees, who prayed for a shotgun

Scorched by Vergil´s fires and the din within

Behold! This is the end.

So draconic in our effort to lay

An ambush and the blame

In a language of defy and decay

That we tried but failed to tame

So sardonic in our effort to slay

So demonic came the end of days

So splendid we had sought our fall

The tidal turns, our turrets crumble, drown

The darkened skies stifles our cries and frown:

It´s rotting down.

And still I dream

Of her Belladonna eyes

Gazing far to sweet oblivion

I am afraid...

So still it seems her porcelain heels did crack

As she fell with morning light

I am enchained...

And if nightmares part us I will stand

But fiercer spectres have returned

"It was her and her delicate smile

gilded by the gloss of her despotic verve

that slithered like a tongue on dead lips

from vision to life in every limb, every nerve

with punishments lured for the poison and cure

I craved for this sticky caress

Like a moth to the moon and a venomous spoon

The night in her eyes dimmed the burning guile of Death"