Woe to our bloody city
The cry of the afflicted has reached to heaven
Persecutors showed victims no pity
The cries of the wound has reached the Diety
Woe! Woe! Woe to the bloody city
Judgement of heaven is at hand
Wow to the band of robbers
Vindication, vindication, vindication of God
Natural man do not understand
Heathen say there is no God
They’ve taken siege of our land
Oh! Band of robbers
Judgement of God is upon you
Return! Return the labourers are few
Woe! woe to the bloody city
We have reached a time of your guilty verdict
No one will show you pity
For the blood of those slaughtered are crying out
The judge comes to dispel all doubt
