Texty: Babylon Whores. Death Of The West. Hell Abloom.

[Litmanen / Vil]

She would lie upon the bed and stare into the wall
Where the shadows flicker and they beckon and they crawl
Cloakina's children grown in bottles in the dark
Seen and heard by the heresiarch

Boiling in fumes pregnant of black gold's sweet perfume
Noxious the flowers by the light of the moon

Some play with poison
And some kill themselves in love
And turn to heavens
Then to demons
Or just nothing at all

Roses are red violets are blue / Lilies pale as death
The flowers of evil / Bloom for you

Ashes we'll be both you and me
Ashes we'll be so let us burn
Just properly

The city sleeps and dreams in neon tinted urine streams
Oh chime the night and all the things that dark redeems
There is not a place tonight on earth I'd rather be
Both feet in the hell abloom in the night around you and me

And down fell the stars that no one made a wish upon
Down like the star of the morning proud Babylon

Some play with poison
And some kill themselves in love
And turn to heavens, then to demons
Or just nothing at all

Roses are red violets are blue / Lilies pale as death
The flowers of evil / Bloom for you

As we are now so will we be
Once tasted of the ecstasy
Of being free
In hell abloom

Roses are red violets are blue / Lilies pale as death
The flowers of evil / Bloom for you

As we are now so must we be
Once tasted of the infamy
We're never free
In hell abloom