Burning skies rise to waters below
Turned black with the ash of disaster
Crawling amongst corpses with open eyes
Alive in your mind but trapped in your flesh
You wicked women, your day has finally come
Spoken from the pages of prophecy
Foretold that you would be choked by the hand of righteousness
With angels pressed against you
The time for your withering into oblivion
Has come on the swiftest wings of hell
Harm my kin, the seed of my service
And the meat will be stripped from your bones
My hatred has boiled to seep through my eyes
You were nothing yet you made yourself monarch to the dark
But I will not be like the world that bows before you
O Babylon, the whore to the kings of the earth
Drunk on the bloodshed of those at the end your whips
Your hour is here and your judgement is clear
Eternities chains abound leaving you locked away in the fire of reprimand
Forever being torn apart by the demons you created
Living out the nightmares you cast on your neighbors
Cursed are you wicked one
How dare you think you could overcome this saint!
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