It cackles, moans, wails, and screams!
It lurks and sneaks, slithers and hunts.
It’s dangerous, dastardly, decrepit - despised.
It is beautiful, truly. Like shards of stained glass shoved through your eyes.
Its heat burns, its eyes glare.
Oh it hurts, it hurts -
glorious pain and holy retribution.
Make it stop, stop, stop, stop. Please make it stop they beg, beg, beg.
They reject it, they see nothing sacred in death and nothing blessed in torment.
They would see salvation!
If only they could look past their mutilated bodies.
The Shepard prays;
mercy for the sheep!
the mother;
mercy for the children!
Neither is spared.
O lament for Babylon - Lament, Languish, Rejoice!
Mardok abandons his city, king no longer.
The rites are long forgotten and myths not recited.
No ark is built, no convenient promised.
It sings, serenades, and worships!
It walks and illuminates, soars and seeks.
Mercy is given to all.
The priests claw out their ears to better hear the sounds.
The farmers cut out their eyes to better see its glory.
We sow our mouths shut so we can sing in its choir.
Throw yourself upon its pyre!
Rejoice, Rejoice, Rejoice -
For blessed damnation,
For holy death,
For beloved hatred,
For righteous cleansing,
For the screams and for the blood,
Rejoice, Rejoice, Rejoice -
For the Angel of Babylon is born.