I heard a voice from heaven Like thunder through the night, Calling every soul to listen Before the morning light. A city dressed in scarlet, A kingdom drunk with gold, Built its towers toward the heavens While its heart grew dark and cold. The merchants filled her tables, The kings came to her door, They traded truth for silver And kept on asking more. She wore the world's desire Like jewels upon her skin, But underneath the splendor Something wicked lived within. **[Chorus]** **Babylon is fallen, Babylon is fallen. The mighty city trembles At the judgment of the Lord. What she built in pride and pleasure Will be scattered by the sword. Babylon is fallen, Her glory cannot stand. The kingdom that she fashioned Was never in God's hand.** --- **[Verse 2 — The Wine]** The nations drank her wine, And the rulers shared her bed, While the merchants counted fortunes On the backs of those they fed. She said, *"I am a queen; I will never know despair."* But heaven keeps the record Of the things we think no one sees there. Her sins rose like a tower Until they reached the sky, And every hidden injustice Was written in the night. She thought the Lord had forgotten. She thought the years erased The blood, the greed, the arrogance, The things she tried to hide from grace. **[Chorus]** **Babylon is fallen, Babylon is fallen. The mighty city trembles At the judgment of the Lord. What she built in pride and pleasure Will be scattered by the sword. Babylon is fallen, Her glory cannot stand. The kingdom that she fashioned Was never in God's hand.** --- **[Verse 3 — The Merchants]** Gold and silver, precious stones, Fine linen, silk and wine, Purple robes and vessels That were crafted to divine. Wood and iron, marble, Everything the heart could crave, They measured human happiness By everything they could buy and save. But suddenly the markets stop. The ships refuse the shore. The merchants stand in terror Because nobody buys anymore. They watch the smoke ascending From the city they adored, And mourn not for the wickedness— **They mourn because they lost their store.** **[Bridge — One Hour]** **One hour.** That's all it takes. One hour for the towers To become a field of ash. One hour for fortunes To become forgotten numbers. One hour for the proud To discover that their kingdom Was never theirs. They stand far away. They watch. They weep. But their tears cannot purchase What their wealth could never buy: **Mercy.** --- **[Verse 4 — The Burning]** The kings who once embraced her Now stand beyond the flame. They mourn the fallen city But cannot speak her name. The sailors see the smoke rise From across the restless sea, And wonder how a kingdom That seemed eternal Could vanish so completely. The music stops. The craftsmen cease. The lamps go dark. The voices disappear. No more celebration. No more merchandise. No more songs of human glory Echoing through the streets. **[Final Chorus]** **Babylon is fallen, Babylon is fallen. The cage of every foul thing Has finally lost its door. The wealth that seemed eternal Is scattered on the floor. Babylon is fallen, The proud have been brought low. The world that worshiped Babylon Has nowhere left to go.** **Babylon is fallen. The smoke rises high. And every earthly kingdom Will eventually pass by. For strong is the Lord God Who judges what is wrong. The city built upon its pride Was never truly strong.** --- **[Outro — A Warning]** So don't build your heaven From the treasures of the earth. Don't measure your eternity By what your money's worth. Don't crown yourself a king Because the world applauds your name. Don't mistake abundance For righteousness or grace. Because every tower has a ceiling. Every empire has an end. Every marketplace grows silent. Every earthly kingdom bends. And when the voice from heaven Finally cries into the night— **"Babylon is fallen."** There will be no merchant Who can buy another hour. No king who can command it. No treasure that can stop it. No empire that can stand before it. **For the Lord God who judges Is stronger than Babylon.** And when her smoke has disappeared Beyond the morning sky, The question will no longer be— *"How great was Babylon?"* It will be— **"Who did you worship when Babylon was alive?"**
