[00:00.000] 作词 : A Ghoul Writer/Joakim Berg
[00:01.000] 作曲 : A Ghoul Writer/Joakim Berg
[00:35.216][Verse 1]
[00:41.970]Kaisarion, a prophecy told
[00:46.905]We're building our empire from the ashes of an old
[00:52.127]Kaisarion, the fruit of the womb
[00:57.343]Our brotherhood of good faith sealed an apostate witch's doom
[01:01.743]
[01:03.841][Pre-Chorus]
[01:05.939]It's the sound of another deadline whistling past your ears
[01:10.358]It's the sight of a million regrets mounting over years
[01:15.560]It's the words that were never spoken that echoes through the times
[01:20.791]It's the smell of the burning temples swept away by rhymes
[01:25.795]
[01:28.933][Chorus]
[01:29.453](Hypatia) Far away from the stench of the heavens
[01:33.393](Hypatia) Long ago, yet too close to forever
[01:38.630](Hypatia) When a paradise is lost, go straight to...
[01:44.656]
[01:54.855][Verse 2]
[01:55.388]Kaisarion, a matter of love
[02:00.577]When Mother Earth is calling for a father up above
[02:05.561]Kaisarion, put on the smiles
[02:10.776]And throw your holy rocks right at her for her satanic wiles
[02:16.242]
[02:16.512][Pre-Chorus]
[02:18.871]It's the truth of candor shone through the prism of deceit
[02:24.039]It's the continence of bishops with their choirboys en-suite
[02:29.239]It's the tongue selling adulation that licks to no avail
[02:34.470]It's the noise of the righteous dogma that hides the handmaid's tail
[02:39.423][Chorus]
[02:42.551](Hypatia) Far away from the stench of the heavens
[02:47.235](Hypatia) Long ago, yet too close to forever
[02:52.445](Hypatia) When a paradise is lost, go straight to...
[02:57.625]
[02:58.401][Bridge]
[03:29.221]It's the sound of another deadline whistling past your ears
[03:33.664]It's the sight of a million regrets mounting over years
[03:39.143]It's the words that were never spoken that echoes through the times
[03:44.110]It's the smell of the burning temples swept away by rhymes
[03:49.336]It's the truth of candor shone through the prism of deceit
[03:54.549]It's the continence of bishops with their choirboys en-suite
[03:59.513]It's the tongue selling adulation that licks to no avail
[04:04.758]It's the noise of the righteous dogma that hides the handmaid's tail
[04:09.697]
[04:11.001][Chorus]
[04:15.611](Hypatia) Far away from the stench of the heavens
[04:20.042](Hypatia) Long ago, yet too close to forever
[04:25.267](Hypatia) When a paradise is lost, go straight to...
[04:33.402](Hypatia) Far away from the stench of the heavens
[04:38.382](Hypatia) Long ago, yet too close to forever
[04:44.391](Hypatia) When a paradise is lost, go straight to...

作词 : A Ghoul Writer/Joakim Berg
作曲 : A Ghoul Writer/Joakim Berg
Kaisarion, a prophecy told
We're building our empire from the ashes of an old
Kaisarion, the fruit of the womb
Our brotherhood of good faith sealed an apostate witch's doom

It's the sound of another deadline whistling past your ears
It's the sight of a million regrets mounting over years
It's the words that were never spoken that echoes through the times
It's the smell of the burning temples swept away by rhymes

(Hypatia) Far away from the stench of the heavens
(Hypatia) Long ago, yet too close to forever
(Hypatia) When a paradise is lost, go straight to...

Kaisarion, a matter of love
When Mother Earth is calling for a father up above
Kaisarion, put on the smiles
And throw your holy rocks right at her for her satanic wiles

It's the truth of candor shone through the prism of deceit
It's the continence of bishops with their choirboys en-suite
It's the tongue selling adulation that licks to no avail
It's the noise of the righteous dogma that hides the handmaid's tail
(Hypatia) Far away from the stench of the heavens
(Hypatia) Long ago, yet too close to forever
(Hypatia) When a paradise is lost, go straight to...

It's the sound of another deadline whistling past your ears
It's the sight of a million regrets mounting over years
It's the words that were never spoken that echoes through the times
It's the smell of the burning temples swept away by rhymes
It's the truth of candor shone through the prism of deceit
It's the continence of bishops with their choirboys en-suite
It's the tongue selling adulation that licks to no avail
It's the noise of the righteous dogma that hides the handmaid's tail

(Hypatia) Far away from the stench of the heavens
(Hypatia) Long ago, yet too close to forever
(Hypatia) When a paradise is lost, go straight to...
(Hypatia) Far away from the stench of the heavens
(Hypatia) Long ago, yet too close to forever
(Hypatia) When a paradise is lost, go straight to...