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Son of man, behold
Turn your sight to the north
An altar with an image
Of a false god

Son of man behold
Look through the wall
Worshippers of idols
Israel's downfall

Son of man behold
The women at the gate
Weeping for Tammuz
Tempting fate

Smite the old
Smite the young
Cleanse the city

Let nor your eye spare
Neither have ye pity

They cry as they are slain
Their voices ever loud
Yet I do not hear them
No mercy, no doubt

I deal in fury
As their transgressions demand
Let them know their LORD
And die by His Hand

Smite the old
Smite the young
Cleanse the city

Let nor your eye spare
Neither have ye pity

Smite the old
Smite the young
Cleanse the city

Let nor your eye spare
Neither have ye pity

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