Woe To The City Of Blood
Woe to the city of blood Where murder rushes in like a flood Completely full of pillage and lies Where prey never escape alive
The cracking of the whip The rattling of the wheel Galloping horses, blood on steel Horsemen charging forward Swords flashing, spears gleaming Slain bodies, steaming A mass of corpses, endless in sight Horsemen stumble over the lifeless Destroyed with overwhelming might
Because of the many acts of prostitution Nineveh brought destruction on herself Charming and well-favored one The one who betrays nations and families, the mistress of sorceries
I will throw filth on you Make you vile and treat you with contempt You shall become a spectacle
You too Nineveh Will become drunk with the cup of God’s wrath You too Nineveh Will search in vain for a rescue from the enemy
Your fortresses are nothing Your people are weak The gates of your land are opened wide The fire will devour you
Multiply yourself like the creeping locust Multiply yourself like the ones that swarm
Your shepherds are asleep Your nobles are lying down in death Your people are scattered on the mountains And there is no one to gather them
There is no relief or healing in sight for you Incurable is your wound All who hear the news Rejoice at your demise [Nahum 3] Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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