Kaisarion

A prophecy told

We are building our empireFrom the ashes of an old

Kaisarion

The fruit of the womb

Our brotherhood of good faith

Sealed an apostate witch′s doom

It is the sound of another deadline

Whistling past your ears

It is the sight of a million regrets

Mounting over years

It is the words that were never spoken

That echoes through the times

It is the smell of the burning temples

Swept away by rhymes

(Hypatia)

Far away from the stench of the heavens

(Hypatia)

Long ago yet too close to forever

(Hypatia)

When a paradise is lost go straight to

Kaisarion

A matter of love

When mother earth is calling

For a father up above

Kaisarion

Put on the smiles

And throw your holy rocks right at her

For her satanic wiles

It is the truth of candor shown

Through a prism of deceit

It is the continence of bishops

With their choirboys en suite

It is the tongue soiled in adulation

That licks to no avail

It is the noise of the rightious dogma

That hides the handmaid's tail

(Hypatia)

Far away from the stench of the heavens

(Hypatia)

Long ago yet too close to forever

(Hypatia)

When a paradise is lost, go straight to

It is the sound of another deadline

Whistling past your ears

It is the sight of a million regrets

Mounting over years

It is the words that were never spoken

That echoes through the times

It is the smell of the burning temples

Swept away by rhymes

It is the truth of candor shown

Through a prism of deceit

It is the continence of bishops

With their choirboys en suite

It is the tongue soiled in adulation

That licks to no avail

It is the noise of the rightious dogma

That hides the handmaid′s tail

(Hypatia)

Far away from the stench of the heavens

(Hypatia)

Long ago yet too close to forever

(Hypatia)

When a paradise is lost go straight to

(Hypatia)

Far away from the stench of the heavens

(Hypatia)

Long ago yet too close to forever

(Hypatia)

When a paradise is lost go straight to