[00:00.00] 作曲 : Brian Bond/Jimmy Giro/Nevil Luxury
[00:00.74]Babalon A.D.
[00:12.95]
[00:41.91]I bled on a pivotal stretch
[00:44.03]Like a clockwork Christ
[00:45.43]Bears sore stigmata, bored
[00:48.26]
[00:48.49]And as I threw Job, I drove
[00:51.16]Myself to a martyred wretch
[00:54.29]To see if I drew pity
[00:56.73]Or pretty litanies from the Lord
[00:59.70]
[01:00.24]So the plot sickened
[01:01.63]With the coming of days
[01:02.95]Ill millennia thickened
[01:04.39]With the claret I sprayed
[01:06.36]And though they saw red
[01:07.61]I left a dirty white stain
[01:08.84]A splintered knot in the grain
[01:10.42]On Eden’s marital aid
[01:12.71]
[01:16.67]So glad for the madness(x2)
[01:24.84]
[01:36.07]I walked the walls naked to the moon
[01:38.71]In Sodom and Babylon
[01:41.97]And through rich whores and corridors
[01:43.82]Of the Vatican
[01:45.74]I led a sordid Borgia on
[01:48.34]
[01:53.17]I read the Urilia text
[01:55.17]So that mortals wormed
[01:56.82]As livebait for the dead
[01:59.45]
[01:59.93]And as I broke hope, I choked
[02:02.75]Another Pope with manna peel
[02:05.64]Dictating to DeSade
[02:07.29]In the dark entrails of the Bastille
[02:12.26]And as He wrote, I smote
[02:14.53]A royal blow to the heads of France
[02:18.36]And in the sheen of guillotines
[02:20.68]I saw others, fallen, dance
[02:27.04]
[02:47.39]I was an incurable
[02:48.64]Necromantic old fool
[02:50.20]A phagadaena that crawled
[02:51.86]Drooling over the past
[02:53.46]A rabid wolf in a shawl
[02:54.59]A razor’s edge to the rule
[02:56.19]That the stars overall
[02:57.62]Were never destined to last
[02:59.64]
[03:03.86]So glad for the madness(x2)
[03:14.91]
[03:23.41]I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep
[03:26.28]Turning sermons with the smell
[03:29.23]On Witchfinder fingers
[03:30.68]Where bad memories lingered
[03:32.23]Burning, as when Dante
[03:33.79]Was freed to map Hell
[03:35.43]
[03:40.94]I sired schemes and the means
[03:42.63]To catch sight of the seams
[03:44.14]And the vagaries inbetween...
[03:47.30]
[04:00.03]And midst the lips and the curls
[04:02.34]Of this cunt of a world
[04:07.29]In glimpses I would see
[04:09.64]A nymph with eyes for me
[04:22.32]
[04:23.73]Eyes of fire that set all life aflame
[04:25.88]Lights that surpassed art
[04:28.98]In sight , that no intense device of pain
[04:31.81]Could prise their secrets from my heart
[04:35.22]
[04:37.10]I knew not Her name
[04:38.27]Though her kiss was the same
[04:39.56]Without a whisper of shame
[04:40.94]As either Virtue or Sin’s
[04:42.90]And pressed to Her Curve
[04:44.10]I felt my destiny swerve
[04:45.53]From damnation reserved
[04:47.11]To a permanent grin...
[04:49.02]
[04:53.50]So glad for the madness(x2)
[05:07.54]

作曲 : Brian Bond/Jimmy Giro/Nevil Luxury
Babalon A.D.
I bled on a pivotal stretch
Like a clockwork Christ
Bears sore stigmata, bored
And as I threw Job, I drove
Myself to a martyred wretch
To see if I drew pity
Or pretty litanies from the Lord
So the plot sickened
With the coming of days
Ill millennia thickened
With the claret I sprayed
And though they saw red
I left a dirty white stain
A splintered knot in the grain
On Eden’s marital aid
So glad for the madness(x2)
I walked the walls naked to the moon
In Sodom and Babylon
And through rich whores and corridors
Of the Vatican
I led a sordid Borgia on
I read the Urilia text
So that mortals wormed
As livebait for the dead
And as I broke hope, I choked
Another Pope with manna peel
Dictating to DeSade
In the dark entrails of the Bastille
And as He wrote, I smote
A royal blow to the heads of France
And in the sheen of guillotines
I saw others, fallen, dance
I was an incurable
Necromantic old fool
A phagadaena that crawled
Drooling over the past
A rabid wolf in a shawl
A razor’s edge to the rule
That the stars overall
Were never destined to last
So glad for the madness(x2)
I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep
Turning sermons with the smell
On Witchfinder fingers
Where bad memories lingered
Burning, as when Dante
Was freed to map Hell
I sired schemes and the means
To catch sight of the seams
And the vagaries inbetween...
And midst the lips and the curls
Of this cunt of a world
In glimpses I would see
A nymph with eyes for me
Eyes of fire that set all life aflame
Lights that surpassed art
In sight , that no intense device of pain
Could prise their secrets from my heart
I knew not Her name
Though her kiss was the same
Without a whisper of shame
As either Virtue or Sin’s
And pressed to Her Curve
I felt my destiny swerve
From damnation reserved
To a permanent grin...
So glad for the madness(x2)