Laulunsanoja:
Babylon Whores Deggael

In Arcadia ego Twisted the rose did grow Sucked up the sap of this world Blood red the petals pearled With some wisdom absurd And outside these walls

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

got to be high As the suns that shine All the time And all of thee Shall be drunk of me Oh yes you will I think I'm Deggael

Darling There is an angel To teach you see With the eyes of Emerald Green For darling All love is witchery God forsaken deviltry To draw our

Under the sea Dead cities in the dark Dreaming themselves to be Alive once more And in darkened rooms As vaulted tombs We hear them call As sea

For want of an angel For all the lead that you thought you turned gold There is something that you still want to know Il Penseroso led you astray