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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

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
(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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
It's the truth of candour shown
Through a 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 rightious dogma
That hides the handmaid's tail
[Verse 6]
(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
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
It's the truth of candour shown
Through a 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 rightious dogma
That hides the handmaid's tail
[Verse 9]
(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
Written by: A Ghoul Writer, Joakim Berg
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