Whore Of Babylon - Zheani
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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
Mystery the Mother of Harlots
I am drunken with the blood of the saints
Drunken with the blood of the saints
I am drunken with the blood of the saints
Babylon, burst into flames
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
Cunt thats the flavour
Cunt thats the flavour
Burst into flame
Brust, burst into flame
Burst into flame
Babylon
Burst into flame
Burst into flame
Babylon
Burst into flame
Burst into flame
Babylon
Burst into flame
Burst into flame
She’s in me, she’s in me, she’s in 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
So call me, so call me
So call me, so call me
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
(Burst into flame)
Mystery the Mother of Harlots
I am drunken with the blood of the saints
Drunken with the blood of the saints
I am drunken with the blood of the saints
Got me drowning as I brust into flames
Burst, so call me
Burst, so call me