Whore of Babylon

And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour
And decked with gold and precious stones and pearls
Having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations
And filthiness of her fornication
And upon her forehead was a name written
Mystery, Babylon The Great
The Mother Of Harlots And Abominations Of The Earth

Mystery the Mother of Harlots
I am drunken with the blood of the saints
(Burst into flame)
Mystery the Mother of Harlots
I am drunken with the blood of the saints
(Babylon)

Babylon
Burst into flames

I’d rather be hated and debated than hold the truth back
You’re jaded
Invoking Satan won’t help you to get your groove back
I’m naked, dancing frustrated
The brighter flame has you faded
Face it cunt you are dated
Taste it cunt thats the flavour

Burst into flame

Babylon
Burst into flame
(Burst into flame)

She’s in me
(She’s with me)
Got me drowning
As I burst into flame

So call me
(So call me)
Got me drowning
As I burst into flames

(So call me)
So call me
And tell me I’m to blame

Mystery the Mother of Harlots
I am drunken with the blood of the saints
(Babylon, she’s with me)

Got me drowning
As I burst into flames