Mother Of Serpents – Babylon Whores – letras

Oh do not wish for a thing’Lest the gods punish you with it allThe things you´re looking for you’ll never findIn this lifeFor all the auguries vagueOracles drunk with a sulphur springStill sought the three-faced HecateCursing holesOn moonless nightsFor what is moreForever or never moreNever or forevermoreSeek not the glories of the worldThe fleeting beauty of things soon goneThe flowers of the meadow that spiders suckBlack as diseaseDon´t look for coins in the groundDon´t turn the roadside carcassesAnd don´t you loaf too long on a crossroadsOn moonless nightsThis for good kings of ArgosThis for their gold and silkOpium, honey and milkUp on the navel of the worldBeneath the Mother of SerpentsThe fear of lifeBurn our future sibyllineIn the fires of a Roman dreamWhere do we goMother of serpentsI don´t want to knowThe night and Erebus proclaimedAnd threefold Hecate of hundred namesWho minds or who revenges injured loveOn moonless nightsOh don´t eat the yellow snowAnd don´t you never give all thy heartDon´t believe the voices of the deadOn moonless nightsThis for a coin from the groundThis for what´s already mine- Never ever look behind