Whore of Babylon

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
Burst into flame
Babylon
Burst into flame
(Burst into flame)
She’s in me
(She's with 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
And tell me I’m to blame
Mystery the Mother of Harlots
I am drunken with the blood of the saints
(Babylon, she’s with me)
Got me drowning
As I burst into flames