Five Kings Are Put To The Sword

The Amorite kings had all fled the battle
At a place called Makkedah they hid in a cave
Joshua ordered large rocks be rolled to the entrance
Positioned his armed guards to seal the kings in
After all of the stragglers from the battle were killed
The guards then reopened the mouth of the cave
They brought out the five kings as captives to Joshua
By the sword of his judgment he sent each to their grave

There is no place they can hide
The five kings are going to die

Come here! Place your foot on the neck of a king!
Five kings are put to the sword!
Come here! Place your foot on the throat of a king!
Five kings are put to the sword!

There is no place they can hide
The five kings are going to die

The Amorite kings were now hanging from poles
They hung there until the evening had come
Joshua then ordered the corpses brought down
Their remains were thrown into the cave
No inscriptions or epitaphs made
This cavern hideout became the king’s tomb
A pile of rocks that remains till this day
A warning to all those who threaten this place

There was no place they could hide
The five kings have certainly died

Come here! Place your foot on the neck of a king!
Five kings are put to the sword!
Come here! Place your foot on the throat of a king!
Five kings are put to the sword!
There was no place they could hide
The five kings have certainly died