Verse 1 A sword-shaped star hung low in the sky, Before the Roman eagles began to fly. On twin hills raised and walls made strong, Factions divided the ancient throng. Titus marched with the iron tread, While famine stalked where the starving bled. The third wall fell to the battering ram, As the smoke rose high from the holy land. Chorus Oh, Zion’s crown to the earth is hurled, The grandest marvel of the ancient world! From the lips of Josephus, the witness wept, While the fires of judgment through the temple swept. Ninety-seven thousand chained in the night, As the golden altars vanished from sight. Verse 2 The voice in the court cried out and said: "We depart from here," while the crowds ran dread. Jesus ben Ananias walked through the street, Prophesying woe on unyielding feet. Inside the gates, no bread could be found, As mothers fell silent upon the ground. The Antonia fortress crumbled to flame, And the Roman legions shouted the name of Rome! Chorus Oh, Zion’s crown to the earth is hurled, The grandest marvel of the ancient world! From the lips of Josephus, the witness wept, While the fires of judgment through the temple swept. Ninety-seven thousand chained in the night, As the golden altars vanished from sight. Bridge Though Titus prayed that the house might stand, A brand was thrown by a soldier's hand. The sanctuary burned in the summer heat, And the smoke of an empire rose complete. Eleven hundred thousand written in tears, The tragic end of the ancient years. Outro A splendid city of world-wide renown, Brought to the dust by the madness of town. The tents are pitched where the pillars fell— A history carved in stone and spell. History... preserved in the words of the scribe.
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