The Burning Fiery Furnace: We Do Not Lack Enemies Songtext
von Benjamin Britten

We do not lack enemies
We might have known jealousy would work against us
Our foreign blood, our Jewish faith
Enrage the astrologer
He sees us here in Babylon as rivals to his power
We must be careful
He has aroused the king against us
They have given us new names to disguise our true nature
But names cannot change us
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
But we are in vain
And so must continue children of Israel
Servants of Jehovah


Lord, help us in our loneliness
We rejoice with you in our returning
Our poor hearts fill thy power
The idol of a healer
The silver hand of the idol of a healer
The idol of a healer
The idol of a healer
The idol of a healer
The idol of a healer
The idol of a healer
The idol of a healer
The idol of a healer
The idol of a healer