Sol Niger - Babylon Whores

Under the sea 
Dead cities in the dark 
Dreaming themselves to be 
Alive once more 
And in darkened rooms 
As vaulted tombs 
We hear them call 
As sea devours land 
Towers yield to the sand 

Oh shine on Black Sun upon all Carthage 
As a disease on all fours risen from sea 
Yea shine on Black Sun upon all Carthage 
and that which never was shall always be 

And I would see the world revolve 
Around the crosses tips 
Fleeing the sun 
The vulture 
Swooping down on a carrion 
Laughing into the nothingness 
That we flee 
In mortal fear 

Oh shine on Black Sun upon all Carthage 
As a disease on all fours risen from sea 
Yea shine on Black Sun upon all Carthage 
And that which never was shall always be 

For what is eternity 
But a shoreless sea 
One eternal day 
That sees us come and move away