Dim Aura - Rev 17:5

As a ghost I’ve wondered through the valley of dead
Silent and dark, towards oblivion
Many have passed me, many have failed
For this valley is the death throne of millions

And within these cold mountains
A beast reigns supreme
A perversion of life and existence
A dragon
A seven headed dragon

Horns of black steel and claws of death
That will tear this world apart
A splendorous serpent
A beast full of grace
None but servant to the queen of the dead

Upon the great serpent
Rides Babylon
The mother of all harlots
And abominations of the earth
Drunken with the blood
Of the saints
Kings overthroned
By her majesty the whore

Five have fallen...
And two are yet to come