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