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 listen 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   This tragic kingdom   Would see God's angels walk...      Satanic, enigmatic   His black magic was ecstatic   Megalomanic in titanic displays   Dressed in the best   Wicked britches of the West   He cut a mourning figure in a 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 tragic 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 excess and the best of it here   In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows.