Mother of Harlots

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