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A reign not short on vision
You were a slave to its ambition.
In times of warfare and of burning,
A dream of grandeur returning.

A new splendour came to the rise, then
But expenses had made you a poor man.
You stole the wives of others

The city is lost now; there's no time for sleeping
We're dying; we're falling; our women are weeping
The souls of our children, like bricks and like mortar
So helpless and broken, like lambs to the slaughter

Enemy! Enemy at the gates!
Enemy! Enemy at the gates!
Enemy! Enemy at the gates!

Strophe:
Who is it on His Throne, high-seated.
So deep in boundless realms of light.
Supportless, yet itself maintainth.
Floating on ponions of repose:
Who, in His mightiness ordaineth, what round and in Him change less flows.
And what revolves and what is driven around Him, centre of His plan:
The sun of suns, the spirit-leaven of space: the souls of all we can conceive,