The Return of Babylon

Between the two great rivers Beneath the ash of destruction Zion still will remember Saved by a great tribulation Waiting beneath the memory, the harlot Returning of the decadent To be clothed in purple and scarlet Drunken with the blood of the innocent Rebuilt by the hand of the one The one, multitudes await in dread To do battle with the Son The valley is filled with the dead An army raised by fear of torture And promises of gold and jewels False wonders that he would conjure His followers become the fools Witness, Babylon’s annihilation Never to rise again Mankind freed of this temptation And removes the wicked stain