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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A Ghoul Writer
A Ghoul Writer
Composer
Joakim Berg
Joakim Berg
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gene Walker
Gene Walker
Producer
Matthew Kogle
Matthew Kogle
Recording Engineer
Hayden Scott
Hayden Scott
Recording Engineer
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Dave Nutbrown
Dave Nutbrown
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
[PreChorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
Los Angeles
[Verse 2]
Kaisarion, a matter of love
When Mother Earth is calling for a father up above
Kaisarion, p-p-put on the smiles
And throw your holy rocks right at her for her Satanic wiles
[PreChorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
Hell
[Bridge]
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 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
[Chorus]
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, come on
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
California
Written by: A Ghoul Writer, Joakim Berg
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