This song was written and performed by Christopher Graybill
lyrics
Babylon the great has fallen
You've become a dwelling place
For many demons
You're a cage for every
Contaminated spirit
You're a cage for every filthy bird
Babylon the great has fallen
You're destruction came within
A single hour
You were cast down fiercely
In pure violence
Never ever more to be found
No tune of any sort
Shall be heard from you again
No craft of any type
Shall be found in you again
No light from a burning lamp
Shall shine from you again
Babylon the great has fallen
You're destruction came within
A single hour
You're a cage for every
Contaminated spirit
You're a cage for every filthy bird
Babylon the great has fallen
It's fine the end times
Have already come and gone
Now I wait here in my kitchen
Playing this here song
When the trumpets play to remind us
We did ourselves in
Now we 're punished for our sins
The skies are dark and endless
The rivers flow with blood
My water supply is poisoned
My time is nearly hung
When the trumpets play to remind us
We did ourselves in
Now we're punished for our sins
This is punishment for our sins
credits
from Long Divisionary,
released November 11, 2006
Christopher Graybill - banjo, vocals
Angelo Sacerdote - banjo ukulele, backing
vocals
Alex Uncapher - accordion
Sayuri Graybill - backing vocals
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