Gangs of New York

— 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.
— Amen.