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The harlot walks upon the green meadows

the lamb of God by her side

With a moral and self-righteous law

should crucify in Satan's synagogue

Standing above this mighty ruin

where Satan's first victory won

With flames of fire, beneath a fatal tree

he stretches his druid pillars far...

In autumn came his deathly groan

From within and the pomp of war

Rioted in human gore

With sweet defeat, death and woe...

He withered up sweet Zion's hill

from every nation of the earth

He withered up Jerusalem's gates

and in a dark land gave his birth

On the Euphrates Satan stood

and over Asia stretched his pride

Then what came was this mortal worm

but so translucent from within!

In autumn came his deathly groan

From within and the pomp of war

Rioted in human gore

With sweet defeat, death and woe...

The human form, a mortal worm

Sacrifice, for my sin

Feed the harlot, please beat the bitch

Writhe in howling, for my sin...