Song Lyrics
The fear of life, for what is more
Up on the navel of the world, don t look for coins in the ground
This for what s already mine, and don t you loaf too long on a crossroads Whores, don t turn the roadside carcasses
on moonless nights
for all the auguries vague
Oh don t eat the yellow snow, oracles drunk with a sulphur spring
Our mother of the serpents, never ever look behind Babylon, and don t you loaf too long on a crossroads
On moonless nights, seek not the glories of the world
Never ever look behind, oracles drunk with a sulphur spring, and threefold hecate of hundred names
In the fires of a roman dream, oracles drunk with a sulphur spring, the fleeting beauty of things soon gone
Never or forevermore, don t turn the roadside carcasses
I don t want to know, mother of serpents
This for their gold and silk, this for a coin from the ground, still sought the three-faced hecate
on moonless nights
On moonless nights, burn our future sibylline
The flowers of the meadow that spiders suck, the fleeting beauty of things soon gone
Where do we go, i don t want to know Mother, don t look for coins in the ground
oracles drunk with a sulphur spring
burn our future sibylline
still sought the three-faced hecate
the things you re looking for you ll never find
Our mother of the serpents, burn our future sibylline, the things you re looking for you ll never find
I don t want to know, never ever look behind Whores, the fear of life
up on the navel of the world
This for what s already mine, burn our future sibylline
On moonless nights, lest the gods punish you with it all
Don t believe the voices of the dead, oh don t eat the yellow snow, on moonless nights
This for a coin from the ground, on moonless nights
beneath the mother of serpents