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The city dressed in jewels and gold, fine linen, myrrh, and pearls Her plagues will come all at once as her mourners watch her burn Destroyed in an hour Merchants and captains of the world, sailors, navigators too Will weep and mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky The beast and the harlot (oh) She's a dwelling place for demons She's a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird And makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings Fallen now is Babylon the Great