Idol of Harloty
Brazen triumph of flesh
Conquering the bloodless
Obesience rendered at the
Altar of sodom
And in the shadow of the
Seven heads I stand before her
I render blessings unto Babylon
A horror cloaked in desires form
Blessings unto Babylon
Blessings to them
On their throne
To the throne ofthem we bow
Hiding your face in your shame
Repelled yet arosed by what
You've become
Abasing yourself before her
Adrift in your sea of debaucherous
Pleasures
Idols all rendered absurd
Yet reason remains,
The better to muck you
Contrition is renedered obsolete
Rutting before her image
As flesh betrays all higher aspirations