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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredrik Aakesson
Guitar
Martin Hederos
Keyboards
Hux Nettermalm
Drums
Tobias Forge
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joakim Berg
Songwriter
Tobias Forge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Klas Åhlund
Producer
Martin Eriksson Sandmark
Recording Engineer
Stefan Boman
Recording Engineer
Dan Malsch
Recording Engineer
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Kaisarion
A prophecy told
We're building our empire from the ashes of an old
Kaisarion
The fruit of the womb
Our brotherhood of good faith sealed an apostate witch's doom
It's the sound of another deadline whistling past your ears
It's the sight of a million regrets mounting over years
It's the words that were never spoken that echoes through the times
It's 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's the truth of candor shone through the prism of deceit
It's the continence of bishops with their choirboys en-suite
It's the tongue soiled in adulation that licks to no avail
It's the noise of the righteous 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's the sound of another deadline whistling past your ears
It's the sight of a million regrets mounting over years
It's the words that were never spoken that echoes through the times
It's the smell of the burning temples swept away by rhymes
It's the truth of candor shown through the prism of deceit
It's the continence of bishops with their choirboys en-suite
It's the tongue soiled in adulation that licks to no avail
It's the noise of the righteous 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
Writer(s): Joakim Berg, A Ghoul Writer
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