Fear and sorrow engulf thy troubled senses; endless tears drain the heart’s aching vessel. Like Jericho’s walls, its stones dashed and crumbled, our souls lay crushed and broken. I hear the kings and princes in dreadful mourning groan: fire, fire, scorched earth, forlorn!
With tremble laud the coming dread
Upon that beast of scarlet red
Black heart wrapped in silk and thread
Crowned with gold and pearls they tread
With claws that graze the earth that bled
And cries that ring through valleys dead!
See come yonder o’er the plains
A horrid beast trampling over the grains
And see from gloomy waters churning
That great serpent with dark eyes burning
To the living and the dead, their anxious petition
Lord, spare them from this awful perdition!
But now see there, their vision of scorn
Rested upon her seat of thorns
From her bloody cup did titans thirst
And from her womb did giants burst
Behold, oh children, beyond the doors
Screaming, Babylon, Queen of Whores!
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