A nation of pride
The city of oppressors
A beautiful but rotten nation
The crown of drunken nations
She sits at the head of the fertile ground
She obeys no one
Her rulers are like evening wolves
Who leaves nothing for the morning
Their tables are covered with vomit
They build a strong refuge
Made of lies and deception
But
It's beauty fades like the flower
The pride of it's people
Brought down by the Mighty one
For the tower of refuge have send
An army against the nation
A hail storm to remove the arrogant
Her stronghold demolished
For His anger was fierce