Delilah's Trophy, Thy Eternal Loss
Delilah's sword hunts, with deadly blows bellows,
they conceal their intentions, and mask destruction with a kiss.
hides in ambuscades, to obstruct men of destiny
Oh Samson, why sacrifice a mission for a bawd ?
Delilah's oath is a lie, she tells ten thousand such.
Thy grief is her end, and thy destiny is her Prize
she is on assignment from the Prince of darkness.
Oh! Samson, do but see the end of her music.
Delilah's smiles are a bait, there are venom in those cheeks
a dastardly pit lies ahead, she is from the enemy's camp.
It is but the Carnival of thousand demons fused in a legion
Oh Samson! why toy with a gigantic dream, for a moment with a stranger?
Delilah's Den is a camp, the daggers are whizzing through the air
Your price is paid, the bargain is sealed to make you an enemy of the cross
Ah priceless soul, can't you see? They seek to turn you from The Way
Oh! Samson, be the Joseph and speed away with you feet.
Delilah's Trophy is thy eyes, plunged out from their sockets
Let Proverb 2;19 state it better, the loss is grievous
If mercy abandon thee to this fall
Oh Samson! thou shall surely grind at the Mill
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