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I saw the horrid king besmear'd with blood

I saw her light grows dim in rays of his dignity

I heard the howling flame of the Topheth altars

And the bluster of the horns, heralding new victims

Through noise of drums and timbrels loud,

Through children's cries

I heard the call

Moloch

Pick her up, rip her from your heart

Passing through fire to become ashes

So victim can writhe in agony

Get on your knees, raising anthems

Before the face of Eternal one - you are nothing!

Hate and destruction is food for the Gods

Wind blows the ash into oblivion

Moloch Liftoach Kliffot

Moloch Liftoach Kliffot

Put off the fear, bury grief deep inside

And return all sacred in the burning hands of God

In exchange for useless illusions which never come true

And there is no way to let it pass and the offense doesn't return