Lyrics Whore of Babylon - Zheani

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

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)

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)