Called into the art of faking life
It swirls on and on like fire (unresolved)
The seven seas have hold the arms of old
Time will cease the hope. Of vagueness in dispose
Day each day. So beautiful
We'll remember her. I rest a**ure you so ooohhh

Forsake. The hour of my death
I can't even relent the sin and vanity that you
The smell of empathy that you resent (as if you own the land)
Heard about the virgin says Out of blue
Comes the red Flee the king in comes the queen (of lone)
Suck you dry for (all your frown). I'll just laugh at your forlorn

Dare you take me on beyond the home
I'll devour the sun. From your youthful babylon ooohhh

Take your vest updn the myre
Grace the core. Relief the realm
Honor me in your descend, bless the pyre in old world scent
Oh. The calling of your time will be fair
(But the dream won't me today)
Oh, the calling of your time will be fair
(But the dream won't come today. My King)