Woe to the city of blood,1 full of lies,2 full of plunder, never without victims!
The crack of whips, the clatter of wheels, galloping horses and jolting chariots!
Charging cavalry, flashing swords and glittering spears! Many casualties, piles of dead, bodies without number, people stumbling over the corpses3--
all because of the wanton lust of a harlot, alluring, the mistress of sorceries,4 who enslaved nations by her prostitution5 and peoples by her witchcraft.