The King’s will bends men by decree
and writes the laws of justice still,
by His might all bend their knee
and flaming angels obey His will.
No man of earth contests His kingdom
no puffed out chest’s a threat to Him,
men die as worms, fools without wisdom,
but the kingdoms of the world belong to Him.
Give up your fight and bend your swords!
Be valiant for the truth O small ones!
The right reverent Lord speaks words
sending devils to hell by the thousand!
Listen up O ear to hear your Captain,
the Maker of you speaks, be still.
Flesh displeases, faces don’t sway Him.
Be alarmed, you rulers of this anthill.
The weighty word of God so thick
and powerful it breaks the mighty,
will cut in two the dead and quick,
and arrest the hearts of many.
The Day of days is arriving fast,
stealing upon men so mighty.
Living, dying, and all from the past
will rise to stand, but who can stand His lightning?
Cut, and hack, and cut to pieces
the men who think they’re mighty!
Crush the grapes of wrath like feces,
teach the world to listen rightly!
Come, O King, drenched in blood,
Your chariot throne is ready!
Dispatch and conquer Gog and Magog,
relieve Your beleaguered city!
O Lord, O Lord, come quickly!
