Borgia

Drink the wine, my old wise

The conversation ended

Even shadows can burn

Look the stars, feel the smell

Secrets are like stones

Never beak, bever break

Let the poison go cold

Borgia shouting like sirens

Echoing in my soul

Borgia firing black candles

Preparing your fall

Satanic pope under the veil

A mantic made of sin

Threatening us all

The purity of the filth

Sludge wealth of gold

Never talk, never talk

Let the poison go cold

Borgia shouting like sirens

Echoing in my soul

Borgia firing black candles

Preparing your fall

Borgia shouting like sirens

Echoing in my soul

Borgia firing black candles

Preparing your fall