The Scarlet Woman Lyrics

A lament of agony, rotting flesh covered with vermin, a soul twisted by the worms of perversion
Thus is the salvation of modern man, the borders of fleshness shall be crossed

And the spirit shall be filled with visions of pain and rape

The fall and lustfulness, so it shall be burnt by the flame - the flame of truth

Thus is the light... thus is the light of her goodness, the Whore of Babylon
Our queen, the Scarlet Woman, Babalon, mother of abominations, the bethrothed of Chaos

Harkenau! I speak to thee the prophecies forbidden for ages, written by the Beast
Give her praise trough orgy, rape and onanism
Mutilate thy feeble bodies to be closer to her womb, to find the joys of endless esctasy
Oh, blessed mistress, imbue us with thy number, let us know the sense of hidden signs

Tis the number of power, number of our mistress Babalon, number of Chaos, 156

In this secret lies the key to truth, to cross the world of endless illusion
And thus the flesh became the word, and the word fell into the void

Amen