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Babylon Whores Cold Heaven

If a tree falls down Does it make a sound If there's no one to see And If I'm all alone Everybody's gone Then it's the real me Right? And if you found

of mine Like, Given to dreaming witches' lie It's sweet to close your weary eyes Given to pentacles and more Drunk with the blood of the whore Gimme

"Oh rose, thou art sick The invisible worm that flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed of crimson joy And his dark secret love

Well if a tree falls down / Does it make a sound / If there's no one to see? / And if I'm all alone / Everybody's gone / Then it's the real me / Right

[Instrumetal]

port of call / I would still find my way home / If I took pride and I should fall / My wings could not be shorn / My heaven would just be cold Saw

no trace of St. Augustine And you studied Plotinus / Thrice great Trismegistos / Knew the reign of Hister and Niebelung / Nietzsche, Vril und Gotterdammerung Do you want an angel / Heaven

Like, Given to dreaming witches' lie / It's sweet to close your weary eyes / Given to pentacles and more / Drunk with the blood of the whore Gimme