Holding a cup full of blood
Then drunken whore she laughed(2)
With stones and pearls so precious
Her look seems so vicious
With clothes magnificent and luminous
She speaks words so lying and venomous!

An apocalyptic scenery
But in her forehead written mystery

Babylon the Great the Mother
The Mother of all Whores(4)

A beast she rides through the centuries
A beast she bridles and caresses

A beast she bridles and caresses
A beast she rides through the centuries

Babylon the Great the Mother
The Mother of all Whores(4)

When she flirts it's ready to do her favor
As she'll bless its' crown forevermore (2)

Blood of the millions saints, Death's blessing!
Blood of the innocents, Gina's blessing!

Hear the cries of the chipped
The burned and the slaughtered!

But now it's time to pay.

The Beast full of grid turns its' look at the Whore
She laughs but it's kidding no more
A great terror colours her face
As its' schizophrenia has taken place
The Beast's horns tear and strip her
Ravens bite her, vultures eat her!

Eat her!

Now see the Whore devastated
And thrown in the middle of the Desert
All around her stones and pearls thrown
Once adorned her throne

From far away traders and kings of the Earth lament
What have we done? Babylon is dead
What have we done? Our best client is dead

But noone comes close to her anymore
Noone wants to be in danger for her anymore
Noone, no more(2)

Babylon is dead!
Hail to our Lord for His judgements are so fair

And beneath the Throne of God
Millions of voices were heard
Hailing Him and the Lamp without end!

Diving rage, divine judgement!
Mother of all whores, here comes your sad end!

Ya!