And the river did turn blood red
A thousand angels cried
Let no mortal man stand between earth and sky
For the hand of fate shall strike the heathen down

And man fell to his knees and wept
As his naked form did wail
At the hatred borne within
Now grown and in full bloom

The earth shall give and it shall take
Let no false idol promise gold
And thou you will turn to dust
Purest heart will carry you forth