My father told me we was all born of blood and tribulation. And so then too, was our great city. But for those of us who lived and died in them furious days it was like everything we knew was mildly swept away. And no matter what they did to build this city up again for the rest of time would be like no one ever knew we were here!
— Oh, mighty Lord you are the dagger in my hand.
— Guide my hand on this day of vengeance.
— We give thanks to the Lord... for He is good.
— With you, the swift cannot flee.
— Nor the strong escape.
— Let my sword devour, till its thirst is quenched with blood and my enemy sleeps forever.
— For you and the God of retribution.
— For the Lord crushes the wicked.
— The Lord is merciful.
— And his love endures forever.