The whore of Babylon is
Flashing her cunt
She wears the crown of creation
Withered flowers in her hair

The old goat-horned God
Is all ready to thrust
He is yanking his own chain
Like a beast of burden

The blind slaves are oiled up
And grinding away
It’s not a revolution but a revelation
Let the whipping commence

The Mother of harlots
Riding a scarlet colored abomination
Drunk with the blood of martyrs
Behold the Queen of filth and fornication