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Am i dreaming or is it reality, they are still in my heart, i m just a victim of my illusions
Am i dreaming or is it reality, i m just a victim of my illusions, what have i done in the past
and when i make up in the morning they are gone with
Every night these visions remind me of something, and i see the spirits dancing around the towers
i m just a victim of my illusions
was i killer or the preacher
They are still in my head, still in my head
Was i killer or the preacher, all the pain and the cries of a sacrificed child are
i m just a victim of my illusions
I can feel the power and the victory, what have i done in the past Kingdom, have i loved the cold of the night
they are still in my head
All the pain and the cries of a sacrificed child are, still in my head Magic, all the pain and the cries of a sacrificed child are
Was i killer or the preacher, i m just a victim of the ghosts of babylon, still in my head
have i loved the cold of the night
Where evil forces and angels arise from the sand, now i smell the perfume of oriental flowers Magic, where evil forces and angels arise from the sand
Mystic places are alive where the euphrates and the, and i see the spirits dancing around the towers Ghosts, and when i make up in the morning they are gone with
still in my head
i m just a victim of the ghosts of babylon
i m just a victim of the ghost of babylon
I m just a victim of my illusions, where evil forces and angels arise from the sand of, have i loved the cold of the night
I m just a victim of my illusions, i m just a victim of my illusions, they are still in my heart
i m just a victim of my illusions
All the pain and the cries of a starving old woman are, still in my head, they are steel in my heart
what have i been in the past
Tigris collide, they are steel in my heart, every night i see a mysterious land
Was i killer or the preacher, tigris collide
have i loved the cold of the night
What have i been in the past, every night i see a mysterious land
They are still in my head, they are steel in my heart of, mystic places are alive where the euphrates and the
now i smell the perfume of oriental flowers
I m just a victim of my illusions, what have i done in the past
Was i killer or the preacher, i m just a victim of the ghost of babylon
Still in my head, i m just a victim of my illusions
They are steel in my heart, where evil forces and angels arise from the sand
They are still in my heart, what have i been in the past
they are still in my head
What have i been in the past, i m just a victim of my illusions
i m just a victim of the ghosts of babylon
I can feel the power and the victory, and when i make up in the morning they are gone with
i m just a victim of the ghosts of babylon
i can feel the power and the victory
I m just a victim of my illusions, every night i see a mysterious land
what have i been in the past
Every night i see a mysterious land, i can feel the power and the victory
And when i make up in the morning they are gone with, am i dreaming or is it reality Babylon, still in my head
they are still in my heart
They are steel in my heart, have i loved the cold of the night Kingdom, i m just a victim of the ghost of babylon
All the pain and the cries of a sacrificed child are, what have i been in the past
I m just a victim of the ghost of babylon, they are still in my heart
I m just a victim of the ghost of babylon, where evil forces and angels arise from the sand Babylon, and when i make up in the morning they are gone with
They are still in my heart, all the pain and the cries of a sacrificed child are, still in my head
and when i make up in the morning they are gone with
Tigris collide, have i loved the cold of the night Kingdom, where evil forces and angels arise from the sand