[Verse 1]
In the shadowed night, a vision so clear,
A beast arises, fierce and grim,
With the body of a leopard, feet of a bear,
And a mouth of a lion, of kingdoms past.
Seven heads whisper tales of old,
Ten horns wielding power, bold.
Authority given by the prince of darkness,
The serpent ancient, Satan himself

[Chorus]
Oh, wonder of the world, behold the beast,
With a deadly wound, yet seeking its feast,
Babylon, the Mother of Harlots, rides it,
In her grasp, a chalice filled with crimes,
Promising power, but rooted in lies,

[Verse2]
1260 years of prophecy bound,
History echoes a haunting sound.
Napoleon's sword sought the church's hold,
As the papal throne turned to the cold.
But Babylon rises, once more to gleam,
Her daughters return, igniting the dream.
The whole world's gone mad, drunk with her wine,
Her false doctrines designed to make darkness shine.


[Chorus]
Oh, wonder of the world, behold the beast,
With a deadly wound, yet seeking its feast.
Babylon, the Mother of Harlots, rides
In her grasp a chalice filled with crimes,
Promising power, but rooted in lies,

[Bridge]
From under the altar, the martyrs cry,
"How long, O Lord, until we're avenged?"
They were clothed in white and told to rest,
'Til their fellow servants meet their fate.
Persecutions come, and darkness creeps.
Yet the 144,000 stand tall and true,
Their foreheads marked with the seal of God 
To overcome the beast, his image, and mark.

[Outro]
Babylon falls, her glory undone,
God's cup of wrath forced down her throat,
Justice begun for in her was found
The blood of the saints and the martyrs of Christ.
No more music, no more light,
In the dusk of her reign, fades the fight.
Great shall be your fall, Mother of Harlots,
In the silence of night, her legacy sulks.