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]