The Whore of Babylon

The chalice you must empty when time ends its run
Will not be sweetend by fruits and honey
Blood of saints and witnesses will no more
End your thirst
You who grew on wantoness will be the first
Who have to go

I saw the woman drunk with blood
Ride the beast who died and lives
Don't you go away, he wants to see you dead
Don't you go away, he'll hold you till the end
In the fire, the home of the lost men... Oh

Seven kings are mountain where she shits now
They're also kings: One maintains, the sitting
One's to go
The animal is the next one, he will remain
Ten kings without land thinks as one

Who are they?
Watch her fall
It's the whore of Babylon