Mystery, Babylon the Great, Mother of All Harlots and Abominations of the Earth
The time is right, the earth is ripe, thy vine of life to reap We angels drive the scythe into still beating hearts of sheep Extract the womb of Mother Earth as she cries out in pain Child of the lord, his lamb of innocence is slain Mother of exiles, Babylon we know your name No longer is the mystery, now bow your head in shame Beacon that illuminates no longer burns with light Her filthy cup of fornication overfloweth blood of life Horsemen ride the burning winds through darkness and decay Slaughter every human being, tear this sphere from all four corners Reign over decaying nations, Babylon is she Who sitteth upon many waters, Babylon are we
Kings have come to conquer and desire your demise Warfare that stripped the earth of peace led to genocide Collapsing world economy with weight to brake a scale Death and hell for all to pay come from a horse so pale Dragon now devours Harlot’s Son of Perdition The Beast will be empowered, judgment for all her abominations Within her inhabitants are souls unclean and foul Utterly she’ll be burned by fire, hear her families weep and wailing
His tail drew a third of the stars from the sky What was, yet is not, yet is this Beast Woe unto those who receiveth his mark Worship his image and indulge in his indignation
Woe unto the living, foolish men, heed these words I am here imperial, under my rule this world will crumble You will soon rebuke thee as you’re gnawing out your tongues Eclipse the sun with darkness, in apocalyptic death, you perish
World now in peril left naked and plagued Her waters now wormwood, her rivers now blood No more are her grains for they no longer grow No more is the earth with her heavens left burning