When God speaks His words resound The pious prophet Can't remain silent
Mighty words Used as swords Against the wicked Clothed in sin
Three, four, sacrileges
The locust flies The fields in fire Evil rises From the ground
Justice flows Just like water In the river Of righteousness
I‘ll burn your houses With rightful fire I‘ll smash the palace With upright swords
Closed eyes Yet seeing Thoughts become truth And words be swords Amos the prophetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.