Ghost - Kaisarion

Kaisarion A prophecy told We are building our empire From the ashes of an old Kaisarion The fruit of the womb Our brotherhood of good faith Sealed an apostate witch's doom It is the sound of another deadline Whistling past your ears It is the sight of a million regrets Mounting over years It is the words that were never spoken That echoes through the times It is the smell of the burning temples Swept away by rhymes (Hypatia) Far away from the stench of the heavens (Hypatia) Long ago yet too close to forever (Hypatia) When a paradise is lost go straight to Kaisarion A matter of love When mother earth is calling For a father up above Kaisarion Put on the smiles And throw your holy rocks right at her For her satanic wiles It is the truth of candor shown Through a prism of deceit It is the continence of bishops With their choirboys en suite It is the tongue soiled in adulation That licks to no avail It is the noise of the rightious dogma That hides the handmaid's tail (Hypatia) Far away from the stench of the heavens (Hypatia) Long ago yet too close to forever (Hypatia) When a paradise is lost, go straight to It is the sound of another deadline Whistling past your ears It is the sight of a million regrets Mounting over years It is the words that were never spoken That echoes through the times It is the smell of the burning temples Swept away by rhymes It is the truth of candor shown Through a prism of deceit It is the continence of bishops With their choirboys en suite It is the tongue soiled in adulation That licks to no avail It is the noise of the rightious dogma That hides the handmaid's tail (Hypatia) Far away from the stench of the heavens (Hypatia) Long ago yet too close to forever (Hypatia) When a paradise is lost go straight to (Hypatia) Far away from the stench of the heavens (Hypatia) Long ago yet too close to forever (Hypatia) When a paradise is lost go straight to