Whore of Babylon Zheani

[Intro]
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

[Chorus]
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)
Drunken with the blood of the saints
I am drunken with the blood of the saints (Babylon)
Burst into flames, burst into flames (Babylon)

[Verse]
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, that's 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, that's the flavour
(Cunt, that's the flavour) (So call me)
(Cunt, that's the flavour) (So call me)
(Cunt, that's the flavour) (So call me)