As Wolves Among Sheep Lyrics

Heaven has not tears to suffice,
For all that is done under the sun.

In the heartland of the faith, the hordes of the false prophet,
Sevenfold accursed to plague the children of God.

These are the days of tribulation.
The throne of Satan stands erect.

These are the days for action, not for empty words.
And even words seem too much.
To ask of Christians in the west.
Not able to speak out against the sin in the midst of the Church.

A sword to right the wrongs has become,
A blunt artifact in the hands of the lame.
Our own western tribulation comes from within.
Emptiness and depravity.

A nation of infirmity, drowning our guilt in drugs,
While pleasure turns to ashes in our mouths.
Faith has become an equivalent to slander.
Searching for conspiracies and deceit.
Renewing the fables of old.
Distrusting the rule of our God.
You are not Him.

He has not forgotten us.
It is written, it shall stand.

These are the days of tribulation.
The throne of Satan stands erect.

Raise your heads, He is near, outside the door.
Will you let Him in?
He is but a word away.
Oh, Kingdom come.