Now

The woman sat upon the beast,

Drunk on the blood of saints..

The dragon gave his power to the beast..

Now we pick up pace...

The false prophets
Casting spells
Bring us to
Disgrace.

The beast with the seven heads has come..
To steal souls.

Who is wise
To see the signs
As he takes control..

If it were possible,
The elect he would deceive..

But He has left a remant...

In Him they will believe.

The beast has all the cunning..

Of that old snake.

Walk circumspectly...

Don't fall..

With the fake.