Babylon Whores Sol Niger
Under the sea Dead cities in the dark Dreaming themselves to be Alive once more And in darkened rooms As vaulted tombs we hear them call As sea devours land Towers yield to the sand Oh shine on Black Sun upon all Carthage As a disease on all fours risen from sea Yea shine on Black Sun upon all Carthage And that which never was shall always be And I would see the world revolve Around the crosses tips Fleeing the sun The vulture Swooping down on a carrion Laughing into the nothingness That we flee In mortal fear Oh shine on Black Sun upon all Carthage As a disease on all fours risen from sea Yea shine on Black Sun upon all Carthage And that which never was shall always be And what is eternity But a shoreless sea One eternal day That sees us come And move away
