Poem by William Blake <br />Music by Loreena McKennitt <br /><br />"o for a voice like thunder, and a tongue <br />to drown the throat of war! - When the senses <br />are shaken, and the soul id driven to madness, <br />who can stand? When the souls of the oppressed <br />fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand? <br />when the whirlwind of fury comes from the <br />throne of GOd, when the frowns of his countenance <br />drive the nations together, who can stand? <br />when Sin claps his broad wings over the battle, <br />and sails rejoicing in the flood of Death; <br />when souls are torn to everlasting fire. <br />and fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain, <br />o who can stand? O who bath caused this? <br />o who can answer at the throne of God? <br />the Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it! <br />hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!"
