The False Prophet (Whore of Babylon)
Mesmeric visions filled with screams, and nightmares, dark, infest my dreams
To reveal that the hour is at hand, for the final damnation and the fall of men
A glimpse of future, Apocalypse arrives, the Master calls from the star-gulfs beyond
There shall be nothing left behind, death awaits mortals and earth-bound alike

Rise! and come forth, be one with the blistering storms!
Be reborn, break the seal, unleash the locust swarms...
Evil and trickery... Let thy domain rule!
Subdue mankind and wait for the final doom.

Invoke the daemons and summon the spirits, rake the Earth and wreak havoc around
No hope for the pitiful human race... Shallow, nihil, but soon no more!
And so it shall come to pass for reign of evil to be restored...
Bow!, weaklings, and greet the other three, your masters to rule, and gods to worship!

Spread the hate, encourage the malice, welcome the death!
Promise salvation and retribution for evil and crime...
Chaos and war! Let thy domain rule!
Be reborn, break the seal, Babylon Whore!