A Descent To Babylon (Babylon Asleep) - Celtic Frost

Babylon asleep, an everlasting foe

Striving to hurt, for flesh becomes dirt

Resting within, the sacred fire

I can’t withold, the lies untold

Dances and cries, a descent to babylon

Wine in my hand, a descent to babylon

All eyes must foul, in stench of fear

Killing to quench, Babylon’s tears

We are wisphering for holy wine

Innocence to reign, a world of shrines

This crazy dream, raging over ages

For only one belief.

Killing — Suffer for a thought

In human blood, stretched out

A descent to a 1000 deaths

As sweet as snow, as cold as dew

A descent to a 1000 deaths.

Babylon asleep