Babylon Soldiers

We are the babylon soldiers
Vultures above our heads
We are the gods of creation
Raising the evil dread
We have the heart of the lion
We have fists made of iron

We have wine to make the angels sin
Chains to lock the demons in
We strip you and bathe you in sin
So let the battle begin

We have an army of corpses
Dancing in the moonlight
We have a black magic voodoo priest
Digging up the graves at night
We have a mountain of fire
We have heart and desire

We have wine to make the angels sin
Chains to lock the demons in
We strip you and bathe you in sin
So let the battle begin

Babylon soldiers
No love for the haters
Babylon soldiers
The music will set you free

We sound the horns of destruction
We beat on the drums of war
Always keep in the front of you minds
The reasons we're fighting for

We have the heart of the lion
We have fists made of iron

We have wine to make the angels sin
Chains to lock the demons in
We strip you and bathe you in sin
So let the battle begin

Babylon soldiers
No love for the haters
Babylon soldiers
The music will set you free