3.Chosen
作詞：Ronan Harris
Order is shattered in a strange guttural tone
That resounded along the walls of the houses
Which seemed dead and deserted, while
Behind the closed shutters, eyes watched the conquerors
Who, by right of war, were now masters of the city
And of the lives and fortunes of its people
In their darkened ruins the inhabitants
Have given way to the same feeling of panic
Which is aroused by natural cataclysms
Those devastating upheavals of the Earth
Against which wisdom and strength alike are of no avail
Though the same feeling is experienced
Wherever the established order of things is upset
When security ceases to exist, when all that was previously
protected
By the laws of man and nature is suddenly placed
At the mercy of brutal, unreasoning force
The earthquake, burying a whole people
Beneath the ruins of their houses
The river in spate, sweeping away the bodies of drowned peasants
Together with the carcasses of cattle and rafters torn from
roofs
And the victorious army slaughtering all who resist
Making prisoners of the rest, looting by right of the sword
And thanking their god to the sound of cannon
All these are terrifying scourges which undermine
All our belief in eternal justice and all the trust
We have been taught to place in divine protection and human
reason
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