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Walking through burning Babylon,
The mighty walls
Slaughtered for my own glory
Soldiers raiding open temples.
I am the conqueror, emperor and king, hand of destiny,
Will of the gods, famine everywhere
Fire, death and screams.

Corpses laying on the roads, throughout the city
With The marble bodies of their fallen gods.
My glorious army, that cannot loose, will bring my name
On any road, in any house
where there is still gold to steal.

Oh great king
Master of justice
The rebel city
Has finally been freed.
Their blasphemed lord
Hides in the desert,
Tonight you'll have
His head on a pike for you.


Burns Babylon
For the greed of a man
Burns Babylon
For the sins of a man


Beautiful girls in chains,
And so much gold!
Burns the city,
On a pyre of wine.
Their noble beauty
Sold for a copper coin.
Burns the city,
On a pyre of wine.


Walking through burning Babylon
I see my glory
In every drop of blood That marks
its roads of stone.
Walking through burning Babylon
Exultant soldiers hail my name
Hundreds of desperate lives in chains ,
And too many eyes on me.

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