Great kings lifted their great city Illustrious and radiant Babylon The crown-jewel of Shinar Encrusted by the very hands of the gods But glorious though it was How bewails the envy of kings! Th' pride of the Chaldees Who once ruled over the nations!
And what much drank they of Her cup So that all quarters of Her vast dominions Were overflowing with the contents …Of the ages
Pharisees! It is Her sacred rites you celebrate Pharisees! It is Her pagan vestments you don
Babylonia...Gloria!
The beast whereon She sits Whose horns (kings) are ten And crowns (isles) number seven Is like to that place of olde Sunken in the abyss
And still, they drink profusely of Her cup O' deathless procreator Seductress of empires Thou hast dressed the death-wound Come forth at once that all might see The jewel of Shinar; the pearl of the Seas
Pharisees! It is Her sacred rites you celebrate Pharisees! It is Her pagan vestments you don
Babylonia ...Gloria!
Drink, drown, drink, drown!
Great kings lifted that great city Illustrious and radiant Babylon The crown-jewel of Shinar Encrusted by the very hands of the gods But glorious though it was How bewails the envy of kings! Th' Pride of the Chaldees, Who once ruled over the nations!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
