With Hearts Toward None II

Repent! Repent!
For the Lord has risen
High and proud
His chariot drawn
By rats and vultures
And adorned
With heads of skeptics

Yes!
The Lord is on the prowl tonight
The Lord will be diligent
For there are many to be smitten
And the Lord loves holocausts

The hand of the Lord
Is eager to bestow
Yes, the Lord
Will bestow his grace
Until you pray for the fall

He shall distress the weary
He shall disgrace the meek
He shall rip out the eyes of the lame
And he shall cripple the blind

Repent! Praise! Repent!
Praise the Lord of hosts
Of bestial and human filth
Of blistering gangrene
And crawilng carnage
Of death piled upon death
The great sower descends
To reap the crops