Oh, come out A mystery, the name written on her forehead Babylon the great, abomination of the earth Her merchants, the world's important people By her spell, all the nations were led astray In her was found the blood of the prophets Who have been slaughtered on the earth Until his words are fulfilled Now it's in our hearts to accomplish his purpose Rejoice oh heavens Woe to the great city Woe, woe to the great city She will wage war, wage war against the Lamb But the Lamb is Lord of lords and King of kings He, he will triumph over And with him will be his faithful followers The fruit she longed for Is gone from her All her luxury and splendor have vanished Never to be recovered Until his words are fulfilled Now it's in our hearts to accomplish his purpose Rejoice oh heavens In one hour such great wealth has come to ruin Thrown down, never to be found again