A descent to babylon (babylon asleep) de 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