Babylon the great

Walking the street like a whore in the night It is you Drinking the blood of the merchants like wine till you're through Riding the back of the beast and distorting the truth The wine of her passion...

Go pour of the seven bowls Of God's wrath on the earth Sores broke out on the people who had the mark Blood like that of a dead man Every living thing in the sea died You are just in these judgments...