Blood Of The Prophet

Rachel mourns for her children They have killed the prophet And burned down the altar Whooah, what a slaughter! The blood of the prophet Is on the shore of Babylon Whoah, what a woeful situation! But I and I and I and I and I and I and I Have done no wrong I said, I and I and I and I and I and I and I Have done no wrong Natty, set forth at the four poles of the earth And cry unto Jah Whoah, Natty, weep for liberation To be repatriated from the bondage of Babylon Whoah, what a woeful situation!