[music: Aeon, lyrics: Goth]



A dying play and silence weigh on the city of Ur

It tears his soul, the glass is whole, fragments of her

The blue bus still calls us, destination our funeral pyre

The pious men await, while innocents are raped with napalm fire 



Fragments and pieces... 



The Persian woman was strong in faith, she wasn't chosen but pleased him well

The dogs shall not eat from the table!

Suffer them all, they'll scream out for more, sadomasochistic conviction inflicted

The orgasm, the baptism in iron 



A dying play and silence weigh as the desert's set ablaze

He seeks to find a haven to hide, there are no accidents

The blue bus digests us, desintegrate into flesh and pus

The pious men enjoy the game, blessing all the innocents