Thou hast taken thy sons and daughters, Whom thou hast borne unto me
And it shall come to pass,
After thy wickedness
To be delivered to the brazier
Thou hast slain my children
In ritual sacrifice
Devoured within thy pits of fire
All thine abominations
And thy atrocities
Doth thou not remember the days of thy youth,
When thou wast naked and bare,
And wast polluted in thy blood
Woe unto thee, I must recompense
Behold, all souls are mine
The soul of the father,
The soul of the son
The souls of wicked men,
Shall die in iniquity
O son of man
Transgress, thee not
The sword is drawn,
For the slaughter it is furbished,
Ready to consume
I send pestilence unto that land
And pour out my fury in blood
Thou shalt not be remembered
Woe to the bloody city,
I will destroy thee,
From the midst of the stones of fire
O son of man,
Thou shalt speak my words unto them,
Setting darkness upon thy land
Even the moon shall not give her light