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