Over the world so carelessly asleep
towers in a sinister shadow
a giant, ascended from stone,
a fearsome idol of a beastly grin

His empty sockets watch
us dream

Raising their blooded palms,
his priests conduct their ceremony,
their cruel rites and processions,
preparing new innocent victims

For the terrible god,
whose name is Moloch

I hear the infernal roar of tom-toms
I hear the howl of the ritual chants
the flame rises up to the stars,
above which are the mountains of ash

His stone hands reach out to us
over the abyss

Forgetting yesterday's losses,
we create, grow, and believe
Peace comes to the tired earth
Only he doesn't sleep a moment

He is always on the lookout -
the bloody merciless Moloch