Babylon Whores Death In Prague lyrics
Kings adored, abhorred
Apple, crown and sword
Lions green and red
By fire killed and wed
One more day youÂŽll see
Master good John Dee
Wisdom's granted me
To live eternally
And shining the apparition
On the western window smiles
On our Golden Lane
The Powder Tower that knows
No night from a day
Death in Prague
The bell tolls on the square
The twelve apostolsŽ snare
St VitusŽ sun wheels
Look down on broken seals
And as wheel obeys the sun
Abide EuropaŽs son
If dying is the answer
Then dying be done
And golden turned his face
Under torches and death runes
Like all glories short
For those who stand too tall
In black, in Prague
Death in Prague
IŽll give you eyes of blue and hair like gold of sun
A mind to see beyond the light of life undone
IŽll give your blood so pure as it runs right through your hands
Your Stone to pain you when youŽre old you'll understand
IŽll give you letters five to wear above your eyes
The wisdom of the ages sought by men all-wise
IŽll give you a forehead to scream death of living god
IŽll give you life IŽll give you death
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