
The Fiery prophet did return
The voice of the desert wind
Stopped the rain with words that burned
The lord is coming repent your sins
The raven fed you night and day
His locust you did eat
The brook dried up you can not stay
Not worthy to lace his feet
You battled the faces in the trees
That bared the evil fruit
Brought her Gods to their knees
Cut them at the roots
The Jezebel wanted you dead
For the king she did dance
To put a price on your head
To pay for the henchman’s axe
Stand before your lord on high
Clear the path for my chosen King
On Blazing chariots you will fly
As you feel the axes sting
Returning again with subtle rhyme
To bring back the Holy trinity
The clock it starts to chime
I will cool the anger of the Divinity
The tribes of the chosen one
Will once again unite
Fulfill the scripture now begun
Through death they see the light