Babylon Whores - Death In Prague Lyrics

Kings adored, abhorred

Apple, crown and sword

Lions green and red

By fire killed and wed



One more day you'll see

Master good John Dee

Wisdom's granted me

To live eternally



And shining the apparition

On the western window smiles

On our Golden Lane

The Powder Tower that knows

No night from a day



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The bell tolls on the square

The twelve apostols' snare

St Vitus' sun wheels

Look down on broken seals



And as wheel obeys the sun

Abide Europa's son

If dying is the answer

Then dying be done



And golden turned his face

Under torches and death runes

Like all glories short

For those who stand too tall

In black, in Prague



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I'll give you eyes of blue and hair like gold of sun

A mind to see beyond the light of life undone

I'll give your blood so pure as it runs right through your hands

Your Stone to pain you when you're old you'll understand



I'll give you letters five to wear above your eyes

The wisdom of the ages sought by men all-wise

I'll give you a forehead to scream death of living god

I'll give you life I'll give you death



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