Do the riders know where the caravan goes?
The sun’s on the hills, the valley glows.
We’re moving down where shadows crawl,
A city waits, it calls us all.

Streets of gold and voices loud,
Whispers hide beneath the crowd.
A girl so fair, her eyes of dawn,
She took my hand — “come to Babylon.”

The road of life runs through Babylon,
Welcome, stranger — the night goes on.
Raise your glass, forget what’s gone,
You’re home now, you’re in my town.

Candles burn, the night’s begun,
We step inside — there’s no way to run.
Drums are calling, hearts are gone,
We’re deep inside, where time moves on.

Perfumed air, a velvet haze,
The girls all dance, the music plays.
Drink the fire, taste the sin,
Once you’re here, it pulls you in.

We’re living wild in Babylon,
Where every dream can turn you on.
Lose yourself before the dawn,
Pleasure rules — till it’s all gone.

Now it’s strange to watch it burn,
The lights, the lies — how fast they turn.
I want to see who makes it through,
But the gates don’t open for the few.

From Babilon’s daughters you will never be free,
They block the ones who is here to leave.
Their beauty binds, their laughter is strong,
And you forget you don’t to Babilon belong.

The road of life don’t run through Babylon,
Turn around before it’s gone.
Run while you can, before you’re drawn —
Escape the fire, get moving on.
The road of life don’t run through Babylon.