Fires of Moloch Songtext
von Devourer

First Moloch, horrid King besmeared with blood
Of human sacrifice, and parents tears
Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud
Their children′s cries unheard that passed through fire
To his grim Idol
Fires of Moloch
Him the Ammonite worshipped in Rabba and her watery plain
In Argob and in Basan, to the stream of utmost Arnon Nor content with such audacious neighbourhood
The wisest heart of Solomon
He led by fraud to build His temple right against the Temple of God
On that opprobrious hill
And made his Grove The Pleasant Valley of Hinnom,
Tophet thence and black Gehenna called
The type of Hell