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Babylon Wine — Dirt Road Gospel Music
TemptationAddictionSpiritual WarfareWandering
Babylon Wine A psychedelic folk-rock retelling of Daniel 5 — Belshazzar's feast, the fingers that wrote on the plaster, and the night the God who numbers kingdoms weighed a king and found him wanting.
"For all nations have drunk of the wine of the wrath of her fornication."
A song for the road you're on.
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Babylon Wine Dirt Road Gospel Music DirtRoadGospelMusic.com [Verse 1] A thousand lords at the tables, deep in Babylon wine The king calls for the vessels torn from a holy shrine They toast their gods of silver, their gods of iron and stone And the laughter rolls like thunder up the steps of the throne [Verse 2] Out of the light of the lampstand come fingers pale as bone Carving into the plaster words no man has known The king's bright face goes ashen, his knees give way to fear Gold and scarlet for the wise man who can make the writing clear [Chorus] meh-neh, meh-neh, teh-kel, par-sin — burning on the wall Numbered are your days, O king, and counted one and all Weighed upon the balance, found too light to stand Your kingdom torn asunder for the Mede and Persian hand [Bridge] "Keep your gifts, O king, or give them all away You raised the temple's cup and let your idols take the praise But the God who holds your breath, Him you would not bless So the hand was sent from His presence — and the writing says" [Chorus] meh-neh, meh-neh, teh-kel, par-sin — burning on the wall Numbered are your days, O king, and counted one and all Weighed upon the balance, found too light to stand Your kingdom torn asunder for the Mede and Persian hand [Final Verse] That very night the torches died in Babylon the proud That very night the king lay still beneath a purple shroud The kingdom passed at daybreak to a rider at the wall For the God who numbers kingdoms is the King above them all [Final Chorus] meh-neh, meh-neh, teh-kel, par-sin — burning on the wall Numbered are your days, O king, and counted one and all Weighed upon the balance, found too light to stand Your kingdom torn asunder for the Mede and Persian hand [Outro] The writing's on the wall