Open gates of babylon, woe is near, trumpets call.
Angels fall from paradise, death is marching in disguise.
Open gates of babylon, woe is near trumpets call.
Mourning sky dream of pain, legend city turn to grey.

Babylon
Golden shore
Babylon
Dreams shall fall

Close gates of babylon, alexander will recall.
Ruined glory shining bright, it shall fade before the night.
Close gates of babylon, alexander will recall.
Queen is staring, soon be bride in her gardens fight for light.

Babylon
Golden shore
Babylon
Dreams shall fall