Babylon

Sailing 'cross the Rubicon
Passing through the gate
Far beyond the unwashed throng
Their pity and their hate
I never dared to look back at the fire
No return, let it burn

Riding in a speeding train
Hell-bent toward the sea
In my mind I'm justified
In my heart I'm free
I never dared to look back at the fire
No return, let it burn

See the rock thrown from a mountain top
Punish it for falling
See the child who's still too young to walk
Punish him for crawling
I turn away, I turn away

Just for a moment I thought that maybe
I'd caught a foul scent in the air
The stench of morality, real or imagined
Reeking like burning hair

All those meddling fools, all thosе pious Judases
Let them all burn in thе world they hold dear
I sail away, crossing the Rubicon
Towards the point of no return

I never dared to look back at the fire
No return, let it burn