Violent Wind

I hear the jack boots
I hear the storms troop
They aren’t hiding anymore
and neither can you
They aren’t hiding anymore
and neither can I
Iron curtain falls
and up rises the disguise
out of the dust of tangles and lies
The spirit of the age
the Spirit of yesterday
they killed the Indians
then they killed the Jews
now they’re coming to kill me
and they’re coming to kill you
The great deciet
the great falling away
for the sins of our fathers
a price to pay
repentance is nigh
but who will turn from the great lie
the great lie
the great lie
civilized lives
empires die
Rome is burning
and chains are turning
I hear the jack boots
I hear the jack boots
anti Christ is not the Christ
and the state is not my God
ready my spirit
they cant take my soul
everybody sees it
and everybody knows
you cant play pretend
when the shofar blows
you cant sit on the throne there
you cant keep the face
any more any more any more
time is at hand
and time is at end
and time will no longer
be our friend
what was done is done
and it goes on forever
the sins of our fathers
is coming for to reap what we sowed
Jesus didn’t say…
here is the political games to play
and Jesus didn’t say
believe what man states
Behold He is coming
at the end…where we begin again
ready me and ready you
for He comes soon
but I hear the jack boots
and I’m not afraid
for there is dues to be paid
at the end of the age.
the end of the age.

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