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- 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
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