Grave Digger Lyrics

Woe to the bloody city
Full of lies and robbery
The noise of a whip
Of galloping horses
The horsemen charge
With sword and spear
A multitude of slain
Countless corpses
They stumble over corpses
For the mistress of sorceries
Draw water from the siege!
Fortify the strongholds
Go into the clay and tread the mortar

God is jealous and the Lord avenges
He reserves wrath for His enemies
The Lord is slow to anger and great in power
Who can stand before His indignation?
Who can endure the fierceness of His anger?
His fury is poured out like fire
He will dig your grave
For you are vile

Make yourself many
Like the locust
Make yourself many
Like the swarming locust
Merchants more than
The stars of heaven
The locust plunders and flies away
Your injury has no healing
Your wound is severe
Your nobles rest in the dust
Your people are scattered on the mountains

God is jealous and the Lord avenges
He reserves wrath for His enemies
The Lord is slow to anger and great in power
Who can stand before His indignation?
Who can endure the fierceness of His anger?
His fury is poured out like fire
He will dig your grave
For you are vile