[Intro] Woe to the bloody city, Full of lies and stolen store. The crack of whip, the wheel in thunder, Horse and chariot cross the floor. [Verse 1] Horsemen lifting, bright sword flashing, Spears like lightning in the rain. Multitudes fallen, bodies stumbling, Cruelty returning as its pain. [Chorus] Woe to the bloody city, Your wound is open, no cure remains. You sold the nations through your sorceries, You clothed oppression in royal names. Woe to the bloody city, The mask is torn before every land. Those who suffered under endless evil Hear the silence where your towers stand. [Verse 2] The LORD of hosts declares opposition, Shame exposed before the throne. Filth is cast on proud ambition, Spectacle made of what was shown. [Refrain] Were you better than No by the rivers, Water round her like a wall? Cush and Egypt gave her power, Yet her children saw the city fall. [Verse 3] Your forts are figs when shaken, Your gates stand open to the foe. Fire consumes the bars of cedar, Draw your water; knead the clay below. [Bridge] Merchants multiplied like stars, Captains settled like locust swarms. Sunlight rises, and they vanish; No one knows the road they formed. [Chorus - final] Woe to the bloody city, Your shepherds sleep, your nobles lie. Your people scatter on the mountains, No hand gathers, no reply. Woe to the bloody city, Your bruise is final, your wound laid bare. All who hear the report clap their hands, For who escaped your constant snare? [Outro] The empire that wounded every neighbor Could not bind its own wound.