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Over the black towers,

over the fortress walls darkness is

falling down, door keepers sleep now

Dimmed light is gliding at piles of

the bones ahead, dark church is rising up

Welcome to hallowed ground,

welcome to masquerade, grey shadows vanishing over thy crypt so

Come over crowded halls draining the

sin from limbs, step to the obscure fire

Those who perished at war, those who'd swallowed by the Black Death

Come to Babylon whore, now they have fastened to her brazen lips

He hadn't perished at war, was not swallowed by the Black Death

Came to our town's whore now he's fastened to hospital bed

Poor Jerusalem,

no place for tears in vain, enter the godly vein, flare surrounds you

Seven sins overhead,

wrongly the earth you've fled just lying at your bed

Wrong waters you walked by,

neither faith nor denial,

so you have been disdained, now you'll be purified

Passion is left behind,

now you are deaf and blind, don't you hear your own cry?

One had been crucified, won't save your hands from iron nails

If you're wrong he is right is name took over the endless days

On bed he is crucified with rope not with the iron nails

If he's wrong or he's right, he won't take over these endless days

Look at the other site, people are gathered there,

chaplains yet celebrate, it's for the peace of you

Seven tears dropped on by women that used to cry, you were a funny guy

Your room is empty now,

corpse lying on the ground,

fever has got your mind, so where have you been?

When you were in that town have you

seen father Brown faggoted down that spring?

You are hanged on the cross, now you'd mastered the price of nails

Doctor bares his sharp knife, you will never come up again

Doctor bares his sharp knife, he can hear his heart beating low

Pelvis under his thumb, see the stream of red blood flows

Nonchalant pain goes down,

body is stiffened up, move like in agony, break to the other side

Now you are free from sin,

heavens awaiting you, choose what you want to be

Seven sins left behind, darkness is in your mind,

God's grace is falling down from another holy ghost

Fire is calming down,

passions are left behind, you are dead for tonight

Darkness lulls you to sleep, not a word just the blood drains now

You had swallowed your tongue,

silence embraces you with its soft hands

Darkness lulls him to sleep, not a word just the blood drains now

He had swallowed your tongue, silence embraces him with its soft hands

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