Every night I see a mysterious land Where evil forces and angels arise from the sand Every night these visions remind me of something And when I make up in the morning they are gone with the wind
All the pain and the cries of a starving old woman are still in my head They are still in my heart All the pain and the cries of a sacrificed child are still in my head They are steel in my heart
I'm just a victim of my illusions I'm just a victim of the ghost of Babylon Ooh ooh Ooh ooh Ooh ooh I'm just a victim of the ghosts of Babylon Am I dreaming or is it reality? Now I smell the perfume of oriental flowers I can feel the power and the victory And I see the spirits dancing around the towers What have I been in the past? Was I killer or the preacher? What have I done in the past? Have I loved the cold of the night? Mystic places are alive where the Euphrates and the Tigris collide
They are still in my head They are still in my heart
I'm just a victim of my illusions I'm just a victim of the ghost of Babylon Ooh ooh Ooh ooh Ooh ooh I'm just a victim of the ghosts of BabylonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
