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Sound The Trumpet
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Thaddaeus (King Selassie I)
The nastilator
Satta Massagana (Nyapongo)
Rastafari is the Almighty I
Burn them, burn them, burn them, burn them
A we go
Praises to the conquering lion
Who sit and rule it up in Holy Mount Zion
And to whom belong all praises so give thanks
Praise and glory give to each and every one
They fight against the King of Ethiopia
But they were wrong
He chant them down with holy hymns and holy songs
Brimstone and fire me use and a burn down Babylon
Now Ethiopia shall stretch forth her hands
Eden I rise yet me humble like a lamb
And a watch them a war like the wolf and the hooligan
Ethiopia, Africa that's where I'm from
Slavery brought us into this western land
Penalize us, exorcise us, seek my civilization
Now I chant for repatriation
Galante tell them
Sound the trumpet, Babylon crumblet
Rastafari is the humblet
Sound the trumpet, Babylon crumblet
I hung and heard your cries and I see it all your tears
Innocent die and I say it's so unfair
Baby mother squeeze their breast in their brassiere
And they scream no guns, no bombs, no knife, no fear
But I say I talk them never wa hear
It be Sabbath holy and you do it year to year
Just true them stubborn enough and them no buss child
Them judgement declare
Tell them beware
I see them kill the people with their bombs and nuclear
Then destroy the children with their atomic warfare
Fighting for the land when I say it's your share
Why worry when I tell you the land will always be here
Where is the love
Where is the care
Emperor Selassie I
Give them the Assyria
Sound the trumpet, Babylon crumblet
The children of Israel is the humblet
Sound the trumpet, Babylon crumblet
Go to the East, behold the vision, don't you be blind yah
Say them sour like grape and not lime yah
Tell them say all of them judgement is I yah
Gibber the simple minds a Blackstar line yah
Sound the trumpet, Babylon crumblet
Galante make the children know
Praises to the conquering lion
Who sit and rule it up in Holy Mount Zion
And to whom belong all praises and thanks
Praise and glory give to each and every one
They fight against the King of Ethiopia
But they were wrong
He chant them down with holy hymns and holy songs
Brimstone and fire shall burn Babylon
Ethiopia shall stretch forth her hands
Ethiopia that's where I'm coming from
They brought us into this white man land
Where they penalize us and chastise us
They try to steal my civilization
My creation, my meditation
Sound the trumpet, Babylon they crumblet
Papa Priest blow the conch shell
Sound the trumpet, Babylon crumblet
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