Terror in Babylon
In the light
Of pre-dawn
Terror strikes our lives
Out of the mists
Of Babylon
Come his evil cries
Screams split the air
Blood flows everywhere
The killing never ends
Demons romp
While imps play
It’s the time of the fiends
Satan rules
With an iron grip
He brings the world to its knees
And unless you choose to die
It is his rule
You must breathe
Of pre-dawn
Terror strikes our lives
Out of the mists
Of Babylon
Come his evil cries
Screams split the air
Blood flows everywhere
The killing never ends
Demons romp
While imps play
It’s the time of the fiends
Satan rules
With an iron grip
He brings the world to its knees
And unless you choose to die
It is his rule
You must breathe
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