Вершы:
Celtic Frost Vanity

Babylon asleep, an everlasting foe Striving to hurt, for flesh becomes dirt Resting within, the sacred fire I can't withhold, the lies untold Dances

Thorns and rites idols of false Tearing apart the skin of lust Forever still but never born Broken by the final quest Vanity, silent choir spreading lies Vanity

By masquerade of sleep madness ever lures Resting soul's rebirth, denying the depths of fear Necropolis Built from mortal bones Death descends inside

No more... Harassed Hearts Primeval wings of solitude The cross has saved the soil Traces given to sinister moods Cavity of hate Unborn faith, scorn

Burning in a hell made of my own Looking for the you I once knew Your love is hanging over me Like a big black cloud of misery Oh mother I beg of you

[Bryan Ferry cover]

tears Thorns and rites idols of false Tearing apart the skin of lust Forever still but never born Broken by the final quest Vanity, silent choir spreading lies Vanity

They're sleeping through the ages Faces bare of names Remembrance ever lies At the Bosom of the insane Death's cold embrace Across the restless seas