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Going crazy or imitated
Being near the gates...
of Babylon

And the light of the sun is dying
You are faceless blind
You don't respect your own rules
And this is horrifying

When you can't fall
When you are in the wall
of lying

And you can't breath... Your violent
Sorrow and pain are rotten
You have to hide and be silent
But mysterious garden beckons
In tortures

Greedy feast destroys the lines
what are covered by poisoned blood.


There are whores
They are burning
With the fire of passion
And moaning and crying
From hard exhaustion.

You can see Rome on seven hills
Seven kings died
Here depressing grim under mask of god
And miserables arise

Babylon...
The light of the sun have died
And again you are in prison
And this is horrifying
Here you can see wide open doors

When you can't fall
When you are in the wall
of lying

Vices and dreams, insanity
Here you can renounce the world
And imaginary delight destroys
the line of reality.
In tortures.

Babylon... My Babylon
Is burning and dying
Babylon... My Babylon
I will inside it...

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