Death In Prague – Babylon Whores – letras

Kings adored, abhorredApple, crown and swordLions green and redBy fire killed and wedOne more day you´ll seeMaster good John DeeWisdom’s granted meTo live eternallyAnd shining the apparitionOn the western window smilesOn our Golden LaneThe Powder Tower that knowsNo night from a dayDeath in PragueThe bell tolls on the squareThe twelve apostols´ snareSt Vitus´ sun wheelsLook down on broken sealsAnd as wheel obeys the sunAbide Europa´s sonIf dying is the answerThen dying be doneAnd golden turned his faceUnder torches and death runesLike all glories shortFor those who stand too tallIn black, in PragueDeath in PragueI´ll give you eyes of blue and hair like gold of sunA mind to see beyond the light of life undoneI´ll give your blood so pure as it runs right through your handsYour Stone to pain you when you´re old you’ll understandI´ll give you letters five to wear above your eyesThe wisdom of the ages sought by men all-wiseI´ll give you a forehead to scream death of living godI´ll give you life I´ll give you death