Lyrics by：A Ghoul Writer/Joakim Berg
Composed by：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
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
