Lord of hosts
Exalted in judgement
The lambs feed after their manner
GOD is holy all the strangers come in
Sit down and eat
Woe unto them
Vanity”s unbelieving
In the judgement seat
Them that say
Let Him make speed
And hasten to His work
That we may see it
Woe unto them
Their light for darkness
Their bitter for sweet
HISS
HISS
Who justifies and frees the guilty
For a bribe
As the tongue devours the stubble
As the dry grass sinks down in the flame and dies
As the bees are hissed from out their hives
Look
He lifts up a signal
To the hostiles from afar
He will hiss for them
From the ends of the earth
Behold they come
They come swiftly
Swiftly
None is weary or stumbles among them
None slumbers or sleeps
Arrows sharp
All bows are bent
Their horses hooves look like flint
Their whirring wheels like a whirlwind wild
From afar the roaring sea child
Like a churning of the foaming sea
That's the way it look to me
Darkness and distress
Woe unto them
Their light for darkness
Woe unto them
This bitter for sweet
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