Woe to the bloody city, completely full of lies and
prey does not leave.
The sound of the whip, The sound of the roar of the wheel, Galloping horses And bounding chariots!
Horsemen charging, Swords flashing, spears gleaming, Many killed, a mass of corpses, And there is no end to the
dead bodies— They stumble over the dead bodies!
because of the many sexual acts of the prostitute, The charming one, the mistress of sorceries, Who sells nations by her sexual acts, And families by her sorceries.