On the first day of the first month near Babylon .
A mountain of jewels and gold the King sat upon .
With the huge wealth collected the King wore a smile
And in his Kingdom vanity ruled for a while .
What good is wealth and beauty if no one can see,
The King needed a voyage to boast vanity .
Carpenters from Bylos came and a ship was built .
They loaded it with treasure right up to the hilt .
Oarsmen from Sidon rowed the ship blistered of hand .
An East wind from heaven wrecked the ship far from land .
Sing a funeral song the good Lord said to me .
For Tyre will be buried in the depths of the sea .
This is my song Lord I will sing it just for you .
Bitter in heart is he that wept the whole day through .
Jealous of what he could not have and could not be .
His Kingdom was doomed to the bottom of the sea .
Where now is the beauty that he though was so great ?
What happened all the treasure from the peoples gate ?
How long is an eternity ?
What is his fate ?
Behind the walls of Hades forever to wait .
There is no place left for him at the banquet feast .
Lament not for the King of Tyre who was the beast .