Fires of Moloch Lyrics

First Moloch, horrid King besmeared with blood
Of human sacrifice, and parents tears
Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud
Their children's cries unheard that passed through fire

To his grim Idol

Fires of Moloch

Him the Ammonite worshipped in Rabba and her watery plain
In Argob and in Basan, to the stream of utmost Arnon
Nor content with such audacious neighborhood the wisest heart of Solomon
He led by fraud to build his temple right against the Temple of God

On that opprobrious hill
And made his Grove the pleasant Valley of Hinnom,
Tophet thence and black Gehenna called
The type of Hell