Oh, you fools!
How can you rely on these false prophecies?
You've fallen victim to the wiseacre's folly
Your reign will one day wither
Just as a flower striving for light
Though it may not be my directive
Your bouquet sees naught but night
By closing your eyes to wine
And turning from prophetic sight
Or claiming to be Christ defined
You'll drown in that honey that you hold so high
Black days are upon us
The equine quartet is nearer than we perceive
I know that God will stand with me
Through every cry and every plea
Hated and persecuted for my true beliefs
By the very nations that will bow on their knees
I know, my God, you stand with me
I know you hear my every plea
It's true, I have failed him. God views me with beauty
Though a grain of sand in the fingers of perfection
This house is dark and cold, I've seen my demise
In the wake of ruin, I've watched a child lead he fight
Though I am flawed, though I am weak
Your face, forever, I will seek
You make me humble, on my knees
I will accept my destiny
I reach my arms out, God
I finally see you in my sight
And I will stand behind the father
He will lead the fight
