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The Shadow upon the LandÂ
There is a shadow upon the Land O Daughter of the Nations
You who took in the masses from all the peoples of earth
You who took to my name in your house and used it
There is a Shadow of Filth upon your Land
Repugnant in my nostrils is your stench
Wickedness, Pride, and walking in this thy filth
I shall send slayers among you
You have had your way among the nations on the earth
High above all these have you walked
Proudly you do keep thy neck, stretching it as you prance in your wickedness
Is it not enough your filth has spread throughout the Land?
Do you have to purvey your Wine to all the nations on earth?
Woe unto thee O harlot, Woe unto thy people
For the Shadow shall devour you, even a harsh people who will destroy
Yet, there is a light among the shadow, walk in it
It is my Light, calling to those who will yet listen
For in the Shadow of Death, I can be found of you
I can be found of you, if you seek me with all your heart
Yea, turn from your way to my way
From death to life, from darkness to light
Will you not listen?
Can you not hear?
For the Shadow will devour you? Even the curse of your doings will bring you down.
The Nations will shudder at your demise.
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The Stars will be darkened, the moon will not give her light…
Yea, even the Sun shall be dim on that day..
Your land is polluted with blood, even the blood of innocents
I have called and warned but you did not listen..
Unto the depths shall you fall, never to rise again
Your mighty men, and brave men, young men and old, none shall save you
I shall carry your idols away, into pieces shall lay upon the ground
The day is terrible, the blood of the Sun cometh through, the stars have refused, the pale is broken
The high look is vanished, and the glimmer of hope is gone
Away, Away, look unto thy grave, for in this is your hope
You have refused your salvation, and turned to filthiness
Pride and poor judgment has destroyed your fortresses
Into the night of despair shall you wail and carry on, like a widow bereft of her husband
Like a lover who has lost her true love..
For it shall be so, unto the nether regions is your place
For all who like you in pride and arrogance did flaunt thy God daily
Curses, hatred, vile filth, thy skirts are raised O Harlot
Turn, Turn, and see your lovers now
They are gone, deceased, the worms have got them
Into the night have they run and been caught
Now, lie and await thy final end…
For the Shadow is upon the Land…….
…..The Watchman….
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