Tragic Kingdom
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π ID: 4168070
π Lyrics
Here sat Babylon
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
Like a curse upon
This tragic kingdom
Dusk descended like a final curtain
On this stage only death was certain
Singing through the turrets
Like a velvet serenade
Played near a grave
Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom
Of a red setting sun and a bloodletting moon
Applauded, then accorded them
Portents of doom
Almost too soon...
They pissed upon the winds
That rocked the cradles
Laughing over those hovels grovelling to wolves
They kissed and sinned
Under overstocked tables
As the world outside grew sodden and mauled
Here sat Babylon
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
Like a curse upon
This tragic kingdom
Gilles sat sipping absinthe
From a goblet made of bone
As lightning ripped and danced upon
The flagstones
Wayward fantasies marched on home
Now the treetops bowed to whisper
In a thin Disney veneer
They knew the howls so exquisitely honed
Were those of children, disappeared
They'd listened to the winds
Heard the murdered Abel
Re-christened in the stone jaws of Tiffauges
Where the list of sins
Grew beyond a fable
They now roared abroad, restless with debauch
Restless with debauch
Restless with debauch
This tragic kingdom
Would see God's angels walk
Away...
Satanic, enigmatic
His black magic was ecstatic
Megalomaniac in titanic displays
Dressed in the best
Wicked britches of the West
He cut a mourning figure in glorious swathe
But all his nightmares would come true
Drowning in a stream of conscious pleasure
Here sat Babylon
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
Like a curse upon
This tragic kingdom
Like a curse upon
This tragic kingdom
The moon bleared through the skeletal trees
Averting her face from congenital deeds
Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved
About this place laced with demon seed
Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies
Exonerated him from Gilles' crimes
Announced his fears, one night of sighs
A night for cursing nursery rhymes
In the light of the fire wrestling feckless shadows
The tracks get blacker for this tragical kingdom
Gilles' frightening wealth, his tightening grip
On the weak and the rubies that his coffers let slip
Steered to near ruin in successive years
Of the most of excess and the best of it here
In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
Like a curse upon
This tragic kingdom
Dusk descended like a final curtain
On this stage only death was certain
Singing through the turrets
Like a velvet serenade
Played near a grave
Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom
Of a red setting sun and a bloodletting moon
Applauded, then accorded them
Portents of doom
Almost too soon...
They pissed upon the winds
That rocked the cradles
Laughing over those hovels grovelling to wolves
They kissed and sinned
Under overstocked tables
As the world outside grew sodden and mauled
Here sat Babylon
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
Like a curse upon
This tragic kingdom
Gilles sat sipping absinthe
From a goblet made of bone
As lightning ripped and danced upon
The flagstones
Wayward fantasies marched on home
Now the treetops bowed to whisper
In a thin Disney veneer
They knew the howls so exquisitely honed
Were those of children, disappeared
They'd listened to the winds
Heard the murdered Abel
Re-christened in the stone jaws of Tiffauges
Where the list of sins
Grew beyond a fable
They now roared abroad, restless with debauch
Restless with debauch
Restless with debauch
This tragic kingdom
Would see God's angels walk
Away...
Satanic, enigmatic
His black magic was ecstatic
Megalomaniac in titanic displays
Dressed in the best
Wicked britches of the West
He cut a mourning figure in glorious swathe
But all his nightmares would come true
Drowning in a stream of conscious pleasure
Here sat Babylon
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
Like a curse upon
This tragic kingdom
Like a curse upon
This tragic kingdom
The moon bleared through the skeletal trees
Averting her face from congenital deeds
Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved
About this place laced with demon seed
Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies
Exonerated him from Gilles' crimes
Announced his fears, one night of sighs
A night for cursing nursery rhymes
In the light of the fire wrestling feckless shadows
The tracks get blacker for this tragical kingdom
Gilles' frightening wealth, his tightening grip
On the weak and the rubies that his coffers let slip
Steered to near ruin in successive years
Of the most of excess and the best of it here
In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.83] Here sat Babylon
[00:15.86] Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
[00:18.85] Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
[00:22.79] Like a curse upon
[00:23.62] This tragic kingdom
[00:25.66] Dusk descended like a final curtain
[00:29.07] On this stage only death was certain
[00:31.85] Singing through the turrets
[00:33.26] Like a velvet serenade
[00:35.31] Played near a grave
[00:37.77] Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom
[00:40.23] Of a red setting sun and a bloodletting moon
[00:43.80] Applauded, then accorded them
[00:45.47] Portents of doom
[00:48.15] Almost too soon...
[00:53.52] They pissed upon the winds
[00:54.90] That rocked the cradles
[00:59.85] Laughing over those hovels grovelling to wolves
[01:06.01] They kissed and sinned
[01:07.47] Under overstocked tables
[01:12.51] As the world outside grew sodden and mauled
[01:28.76] Here sat Babylon
[01:31.88] Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
[01:34.89] Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
[01:38.77] Like a curse upon
[01:39.50] This tragic kingdom
[01:41.63] Gilles sat sipping absinthe
[01:44.11] From a goblet made of bone
[01:47.61] As lightning ripped and danced upon
[01:50.28] The flagstones
[01:51.80] Wayward fantasies marched on home
[01:53.95] Now the treetops bowed to whisper
[01:57.15] In a thin Disney veneer
[02:00.45] They knew the howls so exquisitely honed
[02:04.45] Were those of children, disappeared
[02:09.98] They'd listened to the winds
[02:11.32] Heard the murdered Abel
[02:16.42] Re-christened in the stone jaws of Tiffauges
[02:22.73] Where the list of sins
[02:24.28] Grew beyond a fable
[02:29.33] They now roared abroad, restless with debauch
[02:37.50] Restless with debauch
[02:50.92] Restless with debauch
[02:53.03] This tragic kingdom
[02:55.48] Would see God's angels walk
[02:58.77] Away...
[02:59.05] Satanic, enigmatic
[03:00.39] His black magic was ecstatic
[03:02.03] Megalomaniac in titanic displays
[03:05.37] Dressed in the best
[03:06.66] Wicked britches of the West
[03:08.35] He cut a mourning figure in glorious swathe
[03:14.93] But all his nightmares would come true
[03:21.55] Drowning in a stream of conscious pleasure
[04:03.14] Here sat Babylon
[04:06.10] Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
[04:09.16] Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
[04:13.17] Like a curse upon
[04:14.11] This tragic kingdom
[04:16.18] Like a curse upon
[04:17.25] This tragic kingdom
[04:25.52] The moon bleared through the skeletal trees
[04:28.73] Averting her face from congenital deeds
[04:38.22] Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved
[04:41.58] About this place laced with demon seed
[05:00.89] Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies
[05:04.20] Exonerated him from Gilles' crimes
[05:07.49] Announced his fears, one night of sighs
[05:10.63] A night for cursing nursery rhymes
[05:13.53] In the light of the fire wrestling feckless shadows
[05:23.08] The tracks get blacker for this tragical kingdom
[05:32.75] Gilles' frightening wealth, his tightening grip
[05:35.64] On the weak and the rubies that his coffers let slip
[05:39.30] Steered to near ruin in successive years
[05:42.29] Of the most of excess and the best of it here
[05:45.42] In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows
[05:50.68]
[00:15.86] Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
[00:18.85] Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
[00:22.79] Like a curse upon
[00:23.62] This tragic kingdom
[00:25.66] Dusk descended like a final curtain
[00:29.07] On this stage only death was certain
[00:31.85] Singing through the turrets
[00:33.26] Like a velvet serenade
[00:35.31] Played near a grave
[00:37.77] Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom
[00:40.23] Of a red setting sun and a bloodletting moon
[00:43.80] Applauded, then accorded them
[00:45.47] Portents of doom
[00:48.15] Almost too soon...
[00:53.52] They pissed upon the winds
[00:54.90] That rocked the cradles
[00:59.85] Laughing over those hovels grovelling to wolves
[01:06.01] They kissed and sinned
[01:07.47] Under overstocked tables
[01:12.51] As the world outside grew sodden and mauled
[01:28.76] Here sat Babylon
[01:31.88] Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
[01:34.89] Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
[01:38.77] Like a curse upon
[01:39.50] This tragic kingdom
[01:41.63] Gilles sat sipping absinthe
[01:44.11] From a goblet made of bone
[01:47.61] As lightning ripped and danced upon
[01:50.28] The flagstones
[01:51.80] Wayward fantasies marched on home
[01:53.95] Now the treetops bowed to whisper
[01:57.15] In a thin Disney veneer
[02:00.45] They knew the howls so exquisitely honed
[02:04.45] Were those of children, disappeared
[02:09.98] They'd listened to the winds
[02:11.32] Heard the murdered Abel
[02:16.42] Re-christened in the stone jaws of Tiffauges
[02:22.73] Where the list of sins
[02:24.28] Grew beyond a fable
[02:29.33] They now roared abroad, restless with debauch
[02:37.50] Restless with debauch
[02:50.92] Restless with debauch
[02:53.03] This tragic kingdom
[02:55.48] Would see God's angels walk
[02:58.77] Away...
[02:59.05] Satanic, enigmatic
[03:00.39] His black magic was ecstatic
[03:02.03] Megalomaniac in titanic displays
[03:05.37] Dressed in the best
[03:06.66] Wicked britches of the West
[03:08.35] He cut a mourning figure in glorious swathe
[03:14.93] But all his nightmares would come true
[03:21.55] Drowning in a stream of conscious pleasure
[04:03.14] Here sat Babylon
[04:06.10] Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
[04:09.16] Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
[04:13.17] Like a curse upon
[04:14.11] This tragic kingdom
[04:16.18] Like a curse upon
[04:17.25] This tragic kingdom
[04:25.52] The moon bleared through the skeletal trees
[04:28.73] Averting her face from congenital deeds
[04:38.22] Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved
[04:41.58] About this place laced with demon seed
[05:00.89] Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies
[05:04.20] Exonerated him from Gilles' crimes
[05:07.49] Announced his fears, one night of sighs
[05:10.63] A night for cursing nursery rhymes
[05:13.53] In the light of the fire wrestling feckless shadows
[05:23.08] The tracks get blacker for this tragical kingdom
[05:32.75] Gilles' frightening wealth, his tightening grip
[05:35.64] On the weak and the rubies that his coffers let slip
[05:39.30] Steered to near ruin in successive years
[05:42.29] Of the most of excess and the best of it here
[05:45.42] In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows
[05:50.68]