You beckon me to you with smoothness of speech
then lead me astray with the falseness you teach
with your hand in my pocket and a smile on your face
You're a 'prophet' for profit, a holy disgrace.
How long I've been dying in darkness with you
While you taint and disguise what is righteous and true
But the light fell upon me, and made me to see
The truth, and the lies you've been feeding to me.
The day soon will come when it's time to account
For the blood on your hands which you tried to discount
Trading justice for riches and salvation for treasure
You earned your destruction in full, righteous measure.
Woe to the man who is listening to you
For in God's Holy war he will be dying too
But as for me, I shall fear the true God
And his works and his righteousness, too, I shall laud
I will walk in his ways and praise his Holy name
Now and forever, Truth I Will Proclaim!
