Kai-

sa-

ri-

on,

a

pro-

phe-

cy

told

We're

buil-

ding

o-

ur

em-

pi-

re

from

the

a-

shes

of

an

old

Kai-

sa-

ri-

on,

the

fruit

of

the

womb

O-

ur

bro-

ther-

hood

of

good

faith

sealed

an

a-

pos-

tate

wit-

ch's

doom

It's

the

sound

of

a-

no-

ther

dead-

line

whist-

ling

past

your

ears

It's

the

sight

of

a

mi-

llion

reg-

rets

moun-

ting

o-

ver

years

It's

the

words

that

were

ne-

ver

spo-

ken

that

ec-

hoes

through

the

times

It's

the

smell

of

the

bur-

ning

tem-

ples

swept

a-

way

by

rhymes

Hy-

pa-

ti-

a

Far

a-

way

from

the

stench

of

the

hea-

vens

Hy-

pa-

ti-

a

Long

a-

go,

yet

too

close

to

fo-

re-

ver

Hy-

pa-

ti-

a

When

a

pa-

ra-

dise

is

lost,

go

straight

to...

Kai-

sa-

ri-

on,

a

mat-

ter

of

love

When

Mo-

ther

Earth

is

cal-

ling

for

a

fa-

ther

up

a-

bove

Kai-

sa-

ri-

on,

put

on

the

smiles

And

throw

your

ho-

ly

rocks

right

at

her

for

her

sa-

ta-

nic

wiles

It's

the

truth

of

can-

dor

shone

through

the

prism

of

de-

ceit

It's

the

con-

ti-

nence

of

bi-

shops

with

their

choir-

boys

en-

suite

It's

the

tongue

sel-

ling

a-

du-

la-

tion

that

licks

to

no

a-

vail

It's

the

noise

of

the

righ-

teous

do-

gma

that

hides

the

hand-

maid's

tail

Hy-

pa-

ti-

a

Far

a-

way

from

the

stench

of

the

hea-

vens

Hy-

pa-

ti-

a

Long

a-

go,

yet

too

close

to

fo-

re-

ver

Hy-

pa-

ti-

a

When

a

pa-

ra-

dise

is

lost,

go

straight

to...

It's

the

sound

of

a-

no-

ther

dead-

line

whist-

ling

past

your

ears

It's

the

sight

of

a

mi-

llion

reg-

rets

moun-

ting

o-

ver

years

It's

the

words

that

were

ne-

ver

spo-

ken

that

ec-

hoes

through

the

times

It's

the

smell

of

the

bur-

ning

tem-

ples

swept

a-

way

by

rhymes

It's

the

truth

of

can-

dor

shone

through

the

prism

of

de-

ceit

It's

the

con-

ti-

nence

of

bi-

shops

with

their

choir-

boys

en-

suite

It's

the

tongue

sel-

ling

a-

du-

la-

tion

that

licks

to

no

a-

vail

It's

the

noise

of

the

righ-

teous

do-

gma

that

hides

the

hand-

maid's

tail

Hy-

pa-

ti-

a

Far

a-

way

from

the

stench

of

the

hea-

vens

Hy-

pa-

ti-

a

Long

a-

go,

yet

too

close

to

fo-

re-

ver

Hy-

pa-

ti-

a

When

a

pa-

ra-

dise

is

lost,

go

straight

to...

Hy-

pa-

ti-

a

Far

a-

way

from

the

stench

of

the

hea-

vens

Hy-

pa-

ti-

a

Long

a-

go,

yet

too

close

to

fo-

re-

ver

Hy-

pa-

ti-

a

When

a

pa-

ra-

dise

is

lost,

go

straight

to...