Questions of faith as we're toe to the line If you believe then you're all out of time Trumpets are calling from angels on high As the world drinks of the wine of Babylon So it was written and so it was told Prophets and demons, the beast takes control Fire and hailstorms rain down from above As the world drinks of the wine of Babylon Of Babylon Hear me Spare me your pain I have no time for this Taste the wine upon my kiss And leave me on my own We all die alone Hear me Leave me on my own We all die alone