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Celtic Frost Vanity Nemesis

Babylon asleep, an everlasting foe Striving to hurt, for flesh becomes dirt Resting within, the sacred fire I can't withhold, the lies untold Dances

of doom Wastelands without winds Cries cut through the lies The heat of the deserts Heart closes to my throat Will death cleanse me of this nemesis I

Heaven carries not What the soul would reap Growth of deception Lined between the weeps A thousand lusts luring in the heart A desire in our sleep Nemesis

[Originally performed by David Bowie] I will be king And you You will be queen Though nothing will Drive them away We can beat them Just for one day

Traces of dew, eyes in disbelief Did we persist in misery and grief Tasting a glance of the bold A thousand days of fates untold And from the restless

I'm sensing the paleness of lies No rest to caress their eyes In visions enthroning sleep A mistress of eternal weep Wastelands against the night Bound