Peace, Peace, there is no peace
Fifty Thousand Years and still
No Peace
Let us make a Man to rule this land
Unto us is born a Governor, a beast
A Frankenstein
Seven heads, ten horns, without heart or soul
Hidden well his face, so vile
No smile
Made of gold, brass, iron, and clay
Kings, kingdoms, princes
Of "peace"
If you see him, run for your life
Do not let him smell the sweat of your fear
Run, run, to the Ark, the Everlasting Arms
Fifty Thousand Years, yes
Fifty Thousand Years and still
No Peace
The Year of Jubilee is coming soon
One Day, up from the clouds, suddenly
All things made New!
A new man appears, no monster
All Glory upon HIS shoulders
And His name shall be called...
