Famine always hangs his lamp

Above the holy land

Hangs his lamp, he hangs his lamp

Above the holy land

Pestilence will pitch his tent

Upon the promised land

Pitch his tent, he'll pitch his tent

Upon the promised land

Death will always break his bread

within the temple walls

Break his bread, he'll break his bread

Within the temple walls

War will always find his mistress

In the highest tower

Find her waiting, find her waiting

In the highest tower