Kaisarion
Impera
2022
Duration: 5:02
Track number: 2
Times played live: 130
Writers
Lyrics by: Tobias Forge
Music by: Tobias Forge
Theme
Named after the building where the ancient philosopher Hypatia was murdered by Christians for her pagan beliefs and scientific rationalism. The song depicts the tragedy of stupid people destroying what they don't understand with a frantic smile. Tobias reflects that this pattern has happened many times throughout history and will likely continue—a meditation on the destruction of knowledge and enlightenment by ignorance and religious zealotry.
Lyrics
Kaisarion, a prophecy told
We're building our new empire from the ashes of an old
Kaisarion, the fruit of the womb
Our brotherhood of good faith sealed an apostate witch's doom
It's the sound of another deadline whistling past your ears
It's the sight of a million regrets mounting over years
It's the words that were never spoken that echoes through the times
It's the smell of the burning temples swept away by rhymes
(Hypatia)
Far away from the stench of the heavens
(Hypatia)
Long ago, yet too close to forever
(Hypatia)
When a paradise is lost, go straight to...
Kaisarion, a matter of love
When Mother Earth is calling for a father up above
Kaisarion, put up the smiles
And throw your holy rocks right at her for her satanic wiles
It's the truth of the candor shown through a prism of deceit
It's the continence of bishops with their choir boys en-suite
It's the tongue soiled in adulation that licks to no avail
It's the noise of the righteous dogma that hides the handmaid's tail
(Hypatia)
Far away from the stench of the heavens
(Hypatia)
Long ago, yet too close to forever
(Hypatia)
When a paradise is lost, go straight to...
It's the sound of another deadline whistling past your ears
It's the sight of a million regrets mounting over years
It's the words that were never spoken that echoes through the times
It's the smell of the burning temples swept away by rhymes
It's the truth of the candor shown through a prism of deceit
It's the continence of bishops with their choir boys en-suite
It's the tongue soiled in adulation that licks to no avail
It's the noise of the righteous dogma that hides the handmaid's tail
(Hypatia)
Far away from the stench of the heavens
(Hypatia)
Long ago, yet too close to forever
(Hypatia)
When a paradise is lost, go straight to...
(Hypatia)
Far away from the stench of the heavens
(Hypatia)
Long ago, yet too close to forever
(Hypatia)
When a paradise is lost, go straight to...
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