Two hundred swallow up
Wage war with the holy one
Six hundred and sixty six
Worship the wild beast

The Noble Queen
Although marked by the years
And the conquerors of the world
Suffer vertigo from their high throne

Still sheets moist from lukewarm
We are all prostitutes of Gods and men
This is our vanity

The paralysed crowd
The inquisition was a mission of lies
Was Jesus right?
Was Satan wrong?
Is belief in the two vanity?

Am I awake?
I am disgusted
Or is this vanity?

Witches intoxicated by madness
On the holy Sabbath night
Judgement day
Even death is vanity

Still sheets moist from lukewarm
We are all prostitutes of Gods and men
This is our vanity

Jumpin' Jesus, Judah, Jehoshaphat
If only the Huns had prevailed
Or if Odin survived

The wise man listens
But bad tastes sweet in his mouth
The sinners consent
To the beauty of seduction

Still sheets moist from lukewarm
We are all prostitutes of Gods and men
This is our vanity