Celtic Frost A Descent To Babylon (babylon Asleep)
Babylon asleep, an everlasting foe Striving to hurt, for flesh becomes dirt Resting within, the sacred fire I can't withhold, the lies untold Dances and cries, a descent to Babylon Wine in my hand, a descent to Babylon All eyes must foul, in stench of fear Killing to quench, Babylon's tears We are whispering for holy wine Innocence to reign, a world of shrines This crazy dream, raging over ages For only one belief. Killing - Suffer for a thought In human blood, stretched out A descent to a 1000 deaths As sweet as snow, as cold as dew A descent to a 1000 deaths. Babylon asleep
