Dreamers enticed to turn away

kneeling to gods born from clay

praying to images carved of stone

bowing though sins are not atoned



Hearing only silence through your cries

seeing nothing with lifeless eyes

worthless are the objects idolized

blinded men fall to their demise



Unholy lovers of themselves

money the lust of which compels

brutal without self control

defying the redeemer of your soul



I am the fist and the last

Yahweh creator of ages past

ruler author of the book of life

fortress saviour of impending strife



"I am the lord

apart from me

there is none

I form the light

of this dark world

bow to me or die"