Besedila: Babylon Whores. King Fear. To Behold the Suns Below.

Well hail Caesar Horses in the Senate Where did the eagles fly Back in
the German woods ?

Lost by the walking wounded Fleeing the devils of the forest Taken to
graven idols Down in their shrines beneath the ground

Oh to behold the suns below

A heart that used to house your love I offer you below now As once above

A mirror for simple souls That tend to stray away from the day This
maggot ridden horror To sing you of summer's decay

Oh to behold the suns below