Celtic Frost

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