I wondered thee with great admiration
I summon thee
With the eyes of the innocent
They that dwell on the earth
Shall wonder
Ascending into perdition
Babylon the great, the mother of harlots
And of abominations
I will tell thee
The mystery of the woman,
And the beast
Carry me away
In the spirits of the wilderness
I have been made drunk
With the wine of fornication
Lord of lords
King of kings
They that are with him are called
Lord of lords
King of kings
I am chosen, and faithful
The woman was arrayed
In purple and scarlet color,
Decked with gold and precious stones
She was one with the beast
Her burning venom, and black tongue,
Killed with torment
The loud voices, of the fallen,
Bearer of weep and mourn