Mystery Babylon, the great harlot

Her sins are red, they are scarlet

Intercourse with others in their speeches

A false doctrine she blatantly preaches

She lies with the father of lies

Deception is in her disguise

She's in sin's debt, she's in the hole

To the Devil she has sold her soul

She is in the red

She is spiritually dead

Come out of her my people, come out

She's filled with sin without a doubt

People trapped in sin in their cages

With eternal death as their wages

Filled with iniquity, depravity and sin

The judgment on her will soon begin

I'm a queen, my sins don't smell, don't stink

From God's cup of wrath she will surely drink

Her cup filled double with God's wrath

Follow not in her fallen footpath

The Babylon whore

Is rotten to the core

Come one, come all

Come out before her fall

Don't partake of her cup

Time to give your sins up

She was eventually burnt with fire

As the flames went higher, higher

And the smoke of her went up forever

And she repented not, no not never