Hiss

Lord of hosts
Exalted in judgement
The lambs feed after their manner
God is holy
All the strangers sit down and eat
Woe unto them
Vanity's unbelieving
In the judgement seat.

Them that say
Let Him make speed
And hasten to His work
That we may see it
Woe unto them
Their light for darkness
Their bitter for sweet.

Hiss
Hiss.

Who justifies and frees the guilty
For a bribe
As the tongue devours the stubble
As the dry grass sinks down
In the flame and dies
As the bees are hissed
From out their hives.

Look, He lifts up a signal
To the hostiles from afar
He will hiss for them
From the ends of the earth
Behold they come
They come swiftly
Swiftly.

None is weary
Or stumbles among them
None slumbers or sleeps
Arrows sharp
All bows are bent
Their horses' hooves look like flint
Their whirring wheels
Like a whirlwind wild
From afar the roaring sea child
Like a churning of the foaming sea
That's the way it looks to me
That's the way it looks to me
Darkness and distress
Woe unto them
Their light for darkness
Woe unto them
This bitter for sweet.