Fall of Babylon

The walls wore gold
But they were dust
The cups were full
And still unfit to trust

You heard the cry
From the river dust
Now every tower leans
And turns to rust

Hear the shout
From the throne above
Every carved lie
Loses its blood

The hand that wrote it
Will write it down
Your kingdom breaks
At the feet of the crown

Fall, Babylon, fall
Fall, Babylon, fall
The night is over
And the fire stands tall

Fall, Babylon, fall
Fall, Babylon, fall
What was proud is shaking
At the sound of Your call

The merchants wept
By the shattered gate
Their silk gone cold
Their silver late

The painted feast
Went dark too fast
Now only ash
Can tell the past

Hear the shout
From the throne above
Every carved lie
Loses its blood

The hand that wrote it
Will write it down
Your kingdom breaks
At the feet of the crown

Fall, Babylon, fall
Fall, Babylon, fall
The night is over
And the fire stands tall

Fall, Babylon, fall
Fall, Babylon, fall
What was proud is shaking
At the sound of Your call

We will not bow
To the made-up throne
We will not trade
What You have known

Raise up the song
Let the dry bones sing
Only one kingdom
Only one King

Fall, Babylon, fall
Fall, Babylon, fall
The night is over
And the fire stands tall

Fall, Babylon, fall
Fall, Babylon, fall
What was proud is shaking
At the sound of Your call