Oh Western soul, a shrivelling fruit    Would you soon lay down and die?    A rising monarch, howling laments on air    Lifelong lord in earthly lair.       Fed up in surplus, your profane delight    Betraying needs, how far it leads.       Still stretching the limit, pushing on    This tempting spirit of luring bloom.    The Babylon sang in unison    The spirit of life is the spirit of death.       Clearwater bowl, do bite this mold    Let the promise you made warm the cold.    The Babylon now sings in unison    The spirit of death turns to life.       The first becomes the last, while the last becomes the first    New land in sight to put out this thirst.       Slow down, make it simple and sing    to make our thirst meet the life spring    now streaming through Your hands.       The present day Babylon sang in unison    The spirit of life is the spirit of death.    Clearwater bowl, do bite this mold    Let the promise you made warm the cold.       Streaming through Your hands.