Death In Prague Lyrics - Death Of The West - Babylon Whores

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 

Death in Prague 

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 

Death in Prague 

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