From the sands of dessert I saw mirage Woman sitting on the wild beast The beast had seven great heads And ten sharp, twisted horns Woman was dressed in purple She shined with gold and pearls Woman holded a golden cup in hand Cup full of her harlotry
Her name was Babylon Drunk with blood of saints Her name was Babylon Jeered from Jesus
City of great nations Where all races lived Kings with staff in their velvets Made harlotry in her purple
I am the queen of purple I seat on my own throne And I'm not a widow And I don't know the mourning
I saw an angel coming form heaven Who shouted with loud voice It's a nest of evil spirits Abominated hide of demons And he lifted a millstone And threw into the sea He sank a capital of harpers and singers Who will weep it in their chants
Her name was Babylon Drunk with blood of saints Her name was Babylon Jeered from JesusTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
