Babylon Whores Somniferum
Down on the street The night is a whore for dreams of fools Where things of old still turn to gold In hands of ghouls Oh I would castrate you a choir of the damned To sing you songs of love Of kisses cursed by the dog star And when the summer turns to fall I´d stay with you Watching the leaves turn gold and grey outside your room For here is juice of poppy bruised With hemlock black and poisonous infused Yea life is a witch And then you fly Somniferum Down on the street The neon spells out my true love How I fell for her kisses cold On my skin as a tip of steel Led by the angels white Through gravestones blank and clean On thru the pastures of green I´d be all things that might have been And where the angels fear to tread I´d walk with you For there is nothing that can harm a love that´s true For here is juice of poppy bruised With hemlock black and poisonous infused Yea life is a witch And then you fly Somniferum And death is not black But snow white as charms Treasured out of sight Untouched by the august sun Unto which all life must be undone Oh in the end Love, dream and death are one again
