Mother Of Serpents-Babylon Whores

Oh do not wish for a thing ＇Lest the gods punish you with it all The things you麓re looking for you＇ll never find In this life For all the auguries vague Oracles drunk with a sulphur spring Still sought the three-faced Hecate Cursing holes On moonless nights For what is more Forever or never more Never or forevermore Seek not the glories of the world The fleeting beauty of things soon gone The flowers of the meadow that spiders suck Black as disease Don麓t look for coins in the ground Don麓t turn the roadside carcasses And don麓t you loaf too long on a crossroads On moonless nights This for good kings of Argos This for their gold and silk Opium, honey and milk Up on the navel of the world Beneath the Mother of Serpents The fear of life Burn our future sibylline In the fires of a Roman dream Where do we go Mother of serpents I don麓t want to know The night and Erebus proclaimed And threefold Hecate of hundred names Who minds or who revenges injured love On moonless nights Oh don麓t eat the yellow snow And don麓t you never give all thy heart Don麓t believe the voices of the dead On moonless nights This for a coin from the ground This for what麓s already mine - Never ever look behind Our mother of the Serpents