Babylon Whores - Lucibel Lyrics
Deep flows the streamBeneath the hills of OccidentDark as blood running through ages dimFrom beginning 'til the endIn caves and grottoes spiedRenounced, revered and scryedBy men with dolch and bellRoma, Amor; the ill and wellFor good spirits of EuropeMen come with staff and scepter alikeWith Tafur hordes, on horses highPaint the Devil on the wallPaint it black and paint it tallBut as Montsegur enduresThere will be your lightOh LucibelAnd when we shall burn aliveWith sulphur crowns shoot up the skyThen we shall be your lightOh LucibelPale is the horseUpon which sits merciful fateCrimson the hoovesTo trample fools beneath its gaitHeretics and warlocksTheir vernal equinoxGods suffered not by RomeGods men know notGods men forgotFor good spirits of EuropeMen come with cudgel and claymore alikeWith Tafur hordes, on horses highAnd it's not the life that's givenBut the death that's takenWhen all that we're worth is vanguishedDamned and undoneThe good spirits of EuropeStand with Abraxas behind the sunWe'll burn in your fire, LucibelBurn through the night, LucibelBurn as the sun, Lucibel
