The City Has Fallen / 587 B.C.

The night before, the prophet’s mouth was opened
No longer silent, for the Word of God came to him
As surely as I live, those left in the ruins will fall by the sword
I will make her land a desolate waste, and her proud strength will come to an end

Then came a man
Who fled Jerusalem
Dread dripped from his lips
Hear the poor survivor’s cry!

Fallen!
The City Has Fallen!
Woe!
Fallen!
Jerusalem’s Fallen!
Woe!

The night before, the prophet’s mouth was opened
No longer silent, for the Word of God came to him
You eat meat with the blood and look to your idols, should you possess the land?
You rely on your sword, do detestable things, and defile your neighbor’s wife

Then came a man
Who fled Jerusalem
Dread dripped from his lips
Hear the poor survivor’s cry!

Fallen!
The City Has Fallen!
Woe!
Fallen!
Jerusalem’s Fallen!
Woe!

The night before, the prophet’s mouth was opened
No longer silent, for the Word of God came to him
The mountains of Israel will become desolate so that no one will cross them
Then they will know that I am the Lord, when I have made the land a desolate waste

Then came a man
Who fled Jerusalem
Dread dripped from his lips
Hear the poor survivor’s cry!

Fallen!
The City Has Fallen!
Woe!
Fallen!
Jerusalem’s Fallen!
Woe!