Disturbed

Satanic occults stretch there black hands through the dark, practicing there black magic, nothing left of them, hollow as dead tree bark yet its a problem to read your bible in public places, or proclaim the gospel, to them, Jesus will come with pounding revelations martial law sets in place we become herded cattle pigs gathered In a filthy place shepherds of shame, misleading the sheep, still they claim there not the ones to blame watch as the risen Babylon comes nothing it ever was rejoice when the time comes for its final crumbs these visions awaken within me rage want to go Ghost rider whip them all, make them remember the name (John 2. 13-22 Making a whip of cords, he drove all of them out of the temple, both the sheep and the cattle) "Zeal for your house will consume me." I'd rather die than have them take me Alive for them I will not change see the links in these coming chain