Sol Niger – Babylon Whores – letras

Under the seaDead cities in the darkDreaming themselves to beAlive once moreAnd in darkened roomsAs vaulted tombsWe hear them callAs sea devours landTowers yield to the sandOh shine on Black Sun upon all CarthageAs a disease on all fours risen from seaYea shine on Black Sun upon all Carthageand that which never was shall always beAnd I would see the world revolveAround the crosses tipsFleeing the sunThe vultureSwooping down on a carrionLaughing into the nothingnessThat we fleeIn mortal fearOh shine on Black Sun upon all CarthageAs a disease on all fours risen from seaYea shine on Black Sun upon all CarthageAnd that which never was shall always beFor what is eternityBut a shoreless seaOne eternal dayThat sees us come and move away