"Jezebel"

"Jezebel" (The Second Rise Of Babylon)

Wherefor I know not why
Ruthless harlot weaving webs
In such darkness do thou hide
With plagues for many who dare tread
Across thy acrid killing fields
Into thy chilling cantical
Where once your guise, in vagance yields
Thy sinful blinding specticle
Made trophies out of mighty men
With charms and leary passion play
How boast thee of such crafty works
On thy back their souls thou did slay
What hast thy gained unto thy soul
If not for gold and fragrant seed
Of what such empty futile goal
Doth feed the fires of thy greed
And now the final end you meet
Nothing wilt thou carry on
Thy fancies lie tattered about thy feet
Thy diamond gowns have all now gone
Servants conspire against thy home
For miles ye shall search and find no friends
And thou shalt reap thy poisoned seedling sewn
'Till Babylon should rise and fall again....

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