Album: Lizard - Single
The righteous perish
And no man layeth to heart
But nobody stops to think and see
They are taken away from the evil to come
He shall enter into peace
They shall rest in their beds
Each one waking
In his uprightness
But draw near hither,
ye sons of the sorceress,
the seed of the adulterer
and the whore.
Whom do you reticule
Against whom do you make a wide mouth and stick out your tongue
You are not children of transgression
You are offspring of falsehood
Enflaming yourselves with idols under every green tree,
slaying the children in the valleys under the clifts of the rocks?
Among the smooth stones of the stream is thy portion
You may recognize in offering
But how is that supposed to attone
For wickedness
There is no peace
Saith my God
To the wicked
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