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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredrik Aakesson
Fredrik Aakesson
Guitar
Martin Hederos
Martin Hederos
Keyboards
Hux Nettermalm
Hux Nettermalm
Drums
Tobias Forge
Tobias Forge
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joakim Berg
Joakim Berg
Songwriter
Tobias Forge
Tobias Forge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Klas Åhlund
Klas Åhlund
Producer
Martin Eriksson Sandmark
Martin Eriksson Sandmark
Recording Engineer
Stefan Boman
Stefan Boman
Recording Engineer
Dan Malsch
Dan Malsch
Recording Engineer
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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