積分
詞曲
Black Urn
詞曲創作
歌詞
The corpse of Caesar is hurtled
Off Mount Sinai’s edge
Into the starving hands
Of fucking pariahs
Gnawing through golden, silk robe
Woven by your pawns
Babylon will burn tonight
Doused with head-refreshing, precious oil
Et tu?
Manicured nails rip throne cushion
Like a cat in a coward’s reluctance
Strikes the final hour
Come sit before Anubis
Delorian gray unveils his masterpiece
Screaming souls bound within a marble bust
Temples cleansed and bleached
Heavens boil
Messiahs called out
Et mihi
Empty churches/capitols:
The fecal decomposite of hair and bones
Of mankind’s feeble attempt
To stop the sun from setting
Sic semper
Tyrannus
Written by: Black Urn
