Amos The Prophet

Non Est Deus

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 prophet