She's the mother of all whores
She's the mother of all sin
Here's to her victims
and the souls for herself she's win
The sun, moon and stars
each has temples they built
each has built his heights
They worship you on Sunday's
and on wednesday nights.
So many you'v killed
and trampled in your tread
and more you'd scar
gods worshiped in you are not new
but from avar
it's from good ole Egypt to
stinking Babylon
From Nimrod's time and on
he'll take three steps and -- taa-daa.
I'm in the chair
I'm Rome's Ceasar
I'm Farao so fair.
It must be Understood
we're not open to all
we're the holy brotherhood
We built hospitals and schools
and called it saint John's the saint
what we do is really satanic
the rest is all white paint.
Our man's in the office
Our Man's in the CHAIR
If he does what we say
Love is always in the AIR
Here's to satan's children
they're serpents - sly and mean
even when white
they can't come clean
They say "SO WHAT IF THEY GO HUNGRY"
As long as we're fat fed.
We see them as our leaders
we see them as our head
if not a true serpent
he'll have satan in his bed.
When they don't do evil
then they don't sleep
Babylon your day has come
Babylon your day is near
long this day we want it near
this message you dread;
t'is this truth you fear
when the trumpet sounds
it is our KING you hear.
With ant's-pation
My palms are hard
my brows a wet
With my eye on the Kingdom set
the sword I'll swing
and to my shield I'll cling.
Babylon the Bitch's fall
Your fat's for the feast
In Revelation she's made a lonesome by the beast
Babylon the woman's fall
Babylon the bitch's fall
Aim to feast, those invited
and come one, come all
The Great Babylon's fall
For you the Bells a toll
For you the bells a ring
His littlest we stand
we stand for Him, with breath abate
soon we hope he'll come
Israel's King is never late.
