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A Descent to Babylon

On days of northern wind, past illusions surround my dreams

Drops of mute oceans breath in the palm of my hand

The sound of silent waves still caresses all my thoughts

Where warm, mystic floods dominated the upper hemisphere

And dark ships sailed beyond those lost realms

Through gates to eternity, above the sleeping mind

Forever inconquerable seemed the walls of time

To those who always feared and always fled the dawn

But then, the guardians growl invited the thirst for steel

Part god, part man, if I walked by their side

The old man's dream now has ended much too soon

Forgotten rests the wisdom that brought them once so far

Vanished until rebirth, we sleep the endless sleep

For one who knows never tries to reappear ...

Celtic Frost

A Descent to Babylon / Celtic Frost

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