Pride stirs her alive; she cries to masses,
she alone knew, pride filleth thy heart whore.
Hear my cry, ritual passing through her hands,
consuming minds, Bal toucheth thy soul whore.

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"Such, is Babylon: Babylon the whore ... !"

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Pride stirs her alive; she cries blasphemy,
her reins are loose, Hell is enlarged for you.
Hear my cry, opium's den scented balm,
toxic death's child, Baal toucheth thy soul whore.

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"Woe, to Babylon: Babylon the whore ... !"

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Pride stirs her alive; she cries redemption,
she's always easy, foul spirits your cage.
Hear my cry, Sinai damned or Sion saved,
dark abyss, Ballim toucheth thy soul whore.

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"Such, is Babylon: Babylon the whore ... !"

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"Woe, to Babylon: Babylon the whore ... !"