Judgment of the great whore
Spread ‘cross many waters, temptation
Intoxicating kings to heathens
Lost to lust and fornication
Riding the red beast
She’s a wild sensation
Filled with names of blasphemy
Spillling abomination
In purple and in scarlet
A bejeweled creation
A cup of filth overflowing
Onto every fallen nation
MYSTERY,
BABYLON THE GREAT,
THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH
DRUNK
On the blood of saints
DRUNK
On the blood of martyrs
The beast you saw was, and is not
Ascended from the bottomless pit
Perdition awaits the beast
That was, is not, yet is it
Darkness creeps on the unforgiven
These from the book of life omit
Seven mountains, seven kings
Who with the harlot sit
Five fallen, one is, one’s to come
Whose reign’s short lived
Beast was, is not is the eighth
And goes into perdition infinite
Ten horns, ten kings without kingdoms
Ruling with the beast with an hour limit
To make war against the Lamb
A war that’s lost in the Spirit
MYSTERY,
BABYLON THE GREAT,
THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH
DRUNK
On the blood of saints
DRUNK
On the blood of martyrs
Those who mock God
Now face their reckonings
Hopelessly, to the mother
The lost desperately cling
Desecrated, betrayed by the kingdomless kings
And she falls
Foul spirits, clipped wings
A mountainous fire smashes the sea
Obliterating the finer things
And the wicked meet their fate
Infinite sufferings
MYSTERY,
BABYLON THE GREAT,
THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH
DRUNK
On the blood of saints
DRUNK
On the blood of martyrs
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