Fernando Ortega

City Of Sorrows

Fernando Ortega


By the waters of Babylon 
Still and deep 
The sun rose at midnight 
I was not asleep 
I saw a man with a javelin 
A carriage of steel 
His eyes burned like sapphires 
Wheels turning in wheels 

I saw aluminum angels 
Arrayed like a choir 
Hailstones falling 
Rivers of fire 
By the waters of Babylon 
I sank down in shame 
Covered in ashes 
I called out your name 

Oh Jerusalem 
City of thrones 
The blood of your people 
Still darkens the stones 
City of sorrows 
Spread on a hill 
Bride of the prophets 
They dream of you still 

Kings in their armor 
Swords in the sky 
Storefronts of martyrs 
Lined up to die 
While in the streets of Jerusalem 
Children in pain 
Covered in ashes 
I called out your name 

Oh Jerusalem 
City of thrones 
The blood of your people 
Still darkens the stones 
City of sorrows 
Spread on a hill 
Bride of the prophets 
They dream of you still 

Oh Jerusalem 
City of thrones 
The blood of your people 
Still darkens the stones 
City of sorrows 
Spread on a hill 
Bride of the prophets 
They dream of you still