Blood in the Valley

The sick of the fold turn their backs on the flock to wander the wasteland so
grim
They pray to false idols of wood, gold and rock when they ought to raise voices
to Him
The blood in the valley is Thine, Lord, not mine
So guide my hook and hand as I reap from the vine
The faithful up front and the sinners behind
O Lord, let Thy glory shine
They poison the wells with their venomous lies, the crops in the fields turn to
coal
Like a gangrenous limb on the body of Christ, their stain brings Hell on the
whole
The blood in the valley is Thine, Lord, not mine
So guide my hook and hand as I reap from the vine
The faithful up front and the sinners behind
O Lord, let Thy glory shine
Satan is among us tonight, friends. Can you see the fire? Can you see the
brimstone? Get down on your knees. Get down on your knees and crawl like the
filthy beasts you have become, back into the pits, back into the caves.
Put the Bible to your head and pull the trigger. The Lord requests and so he
shall receive
This valley will flood with your hypocrite blood
This valley will flood with your hypocrite blood
Fuck you, Satan. Fuck you, Satan!
The moon of the harvest is steeped in red hue, and from the mouth of the valley,
no sound
The dregs on the ground pay the Devil his due as he lights on that pale sunken
mound
The blood in the valley is Thine, Lord, not mine
So guide my hook and hand as I reap from the vine
The faithful up front and the sinners behind
O Lord, let Thy glory shine
O Lord, let Thy glory shine
Lord, let Thy glory shine