Babylonic in their effort to raynThey reversed their fate in tonguesnIn a language of defy and decaynA thousand devils became onennSo sardonic in their effort to slaynSo demonic came the end of daysnSo splendid they had sought their fallnnNone for none and woe for allnWas the seasonnFrom Chaos, bred, into the heartnBorn without reasonnLooking glass, looking glass,nMenace on the wallnTell us how that city grewnA whore called BabylonnnAnd claiming the skies from holy flame to somanthe god they derive upraise from peace and comanMany be the plagues of wrath until forgivenessnSwarm the land to His command and curse...nnAnd still I dreamnOf her Belladonna eyesnGazing far to sweet oblivionnI am afraid...nSo still it seemsnHer porcelain heels did cracknAs she fell with morning lightnI am enchained...nnEnchained to the carcass of becomingnGrowing, glowing like the moon over tombsnFar from perfection but close to addictionnPetrifying hopes to a stairway to HellnnTo Hell...nnAnd to Hell they wane...nnDebris rushing by as swiftly we tumblenTurning in a maelstrom of sinnIt was me, on my knees, who prayed for a shotgunnScorched by Vergil´s fires and the din withinnnBehold! This is the end.nnnSo draconic in our effort to laynAn ambush and the blamenIn a language of defy and decaynThat we tried but failed to tamennSo sardonic in our effort to slaynSo demonic came the end of daysnSo splendid we had sought our fallnnThe tidal turns, our turrets crumble, drownnThe darkened skies stifles our cries and frown:nnIt´s rotting down.nnAnd still I dreamnOf her Belladonna eyesnGazing far to sweet oblivionnI am afraid...nSo still it seems her porcelain heels did cracknAs she fell with morning lightnI am enchained...nnAnd if nightmares part us I will standnBut fiercer spectres have returnednnIt was her and her delicate smilengilded by the gloss of her despotic verventhat slithered like a tongue on dead lipsnfrom vision to life in every limb, every nervenwith punishments lured for the poison and curenI craved for this sticky caressnLike a moth to the moon and a venomous spoonnThe night in her eyes dimmed the burning guile of Death n