Woe to those who dwell upon the earth, Ye saith unto the wicked I shall make ye desolate forever, and fill ye mountains with the dead Arise, O son of man, go forth to the land of iniquity Their heretic shades shall rise no more
O son of man, Thou shalt speak my words unto them, Whether they shall hear, Or forbear, Thy hath forsaken me
Layth siege upon thine wicked men His blood I shall require at thine hand Spare not women, children, sheep and lamb As darkness pours through the door O ye shall know I am God
Behold, I hath corrupt thy seed, and spread dung upon thine faces Wicked men shall die in his iniquity As desolation grows, so too does the hate The seven who hold the trumpets, That are yet to sound
This abhorrent life, this weight that bears upon my soul I shall cast down your slain men before thine idols I shall lay the dead carcasses of thine children before thee I shall scatter your bones around your altars In all your dwellingplaces the cities shall be laid waste Thy groves burnt with fire, thine cities shall never be rebuilt Thine hills, valleys, and streams will be filled with the people The people slaughtered by the sword
Woe unto the foolish prophets, that speak thine words in vain Thou speaketh yet have seen nothing! Vanity, lying divination There shall be an overflowing shower, O great hailstones shall fall There shall be no more peace here, thou shalt know I am God
O son of man, when I passed by thee Polluted in thine own blood I saith unto thee, Live When thou wast in thy blood, LiveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
