Harlot's Harvest Lyrics

You put your faith in the powers of your mind
Does your spiritual walk consist of a psychic line
Do you dabble in the powers of the unknown
Do you worry about the wicked life you sown

If you make war with Lamb of God
And sleep with Babylon
The seven bowls of wrath you shall drink from

We live in the days, the last days perilous times
Does the thought of death and hell ever cross your mind
Do you gasp at the thought, the thought of eternity
Do you desire someone to come and set you free

You shall have no other gods before God
Or you will be in flames
And thrown into the Lake of Fire