作词 : Camp Turn around go back down Back the way you came Can't you see that flash of fire10 times brighter than the day And behold a mighty city Broken in the dust again Oh God, pride of man Broken in the dust again Turn around go back down Back the way you came Babylon is laid to waste Egypt's buried in her shame Their mighty men are all beaten down Their kings are all fallin' in the ways Oh God, pride of man Broken in the dust again Turn around go back down Back the way you came Terror is on ever sign Though our leaders are dismayed All those who place their faith in fire In fire their fate shall be repayed Oh God, pride of man Broken in the dust again Turn around go back down Back the way you came And shout a warning to the nation That the sword of God is raised Yes, Babylon backed by it's city Rich in treasure wide in fame Oh God, pride of man Broken in the dust again And it shall cause your tower to fall Make of you a pyre of flame Oh, you who dwell on many waters Rich in treasure wide in fame You bow unto your, your god of gold Your pride of might shall be a shame For only God can lead his people Back unto the earth again Oh God, pride of man Broken in the dust again Our holy mountain be restored And mercy on that people That people
作词 : Camp Turn around go back down Back the way you came Can't you see that flash of fire10 times brighter than the day And behold a mighty city Broken in the dust again Oh God, pride of man Broken in the dust again Turn around go back down Back the way you came Babylon is laid to waste Egypt's buried in her shame Their mighty men are all beaten down Their kings are all fallin' in the ways Oh God, pride of man Broken in the dust again Turn around go back down Back the way you came Terror is on ever sign Though our leaders are dismayed All those who place their faith in fire In fire their fate shall be repayed Oh God, pride of man Broken in the dust again Turn around go back down Back the way you came And shout a warning to the nation That the sword of God is raised Yes, Babylon backed by it's city Rich in treasure wide in fame Oh God, pride of man Broken in the dust again And it shall cause your tower to fall Make of you a pyre of flame Oh, you who dwell on many waters Rich in treasure wide in fame You bow unto your, your god of gold Your pride of might shall be a shame For only God can lead his people Back unto the earth again Oh God, pride of man Broken in the dust again Our holy mountain be restored And mercy on that people That people
