Woe to you O Watchtower
I am the Go’el
Avenger of blood
You sit within your tower of stone
Feeling secure as you mete out “justice”
But your heart is as your walls
Cold stone --- without humanity
But I ----- I traverse stone
Your walls are not impenetrable
I shall burrow through them
Just as a moist wind can do
In the dark of night
When you fall upon your divan for slumber
While you drift amongst your grandiose dreams
I shall then come unto you
Your dreams will become as nightmares
For my right arm is strong
My steel is sharp
You have no city of refuge
I shall avenge the innocent blood
You have caused to be shed these hundred years
Your tongue is false
I shall cut it from within you
Place it upon the brazier
The stench of its corruption
Will turn to incense wafting towards the heavens
Woe to you O Watchtower
The time draws near
I am watching ---- waiting
Soon you will be no more
My right arm is strong
My steel is sharp
Go’el girl