Now be drunk
Of her great promise
She sits on waters
And rides a beast
She knows only flesh
And pleasures
The waters she sits on
The beast she rides
Are nations
Are multitudes
Are people
Are tongues
She wears purple
And in her grasp
A golden chalice
Filled with only souls demise
And in her crown you feel its greatness
In her esteem you find its joy
Yet in her filth of desecration
You find it's only hell
Do not follow her
Who would lift you with unsavory hands
Do not fornicate
Do not share your godly flesh
She is drunk off the blood
High on disease
Hateful and wretched
And wicked in ways
This ***** of Babylon
May share with you of salt
Her touch a sinful lust
And her wine intoxicates
But when the time draws high
You will share in her plague