Falling... like the sounds pounding Jericho's Wall.
Let the trumpets blow their judgement
against those disgusting His Law.

For he who Trusts in his treasures
measures his soul's worth in gold.
But in the realm of the underground (where we dwell)
Truth shall be told.

So best behold the new horizon
once these hard times are over.
Give unto Caesar if you must-
but put your trust in Jehovah.

Descending eagles swooping hard
Like the Vega star supernova.
shining on these harsh streets
with marching beats for the soldiers.

To all the lyrically annointed-
the appointed times are at hand.
To proclaim His name with no shame
reclaim our forefathers' land.

So stand firm in His Law
they tell us the term is called "zealous".
Waiting for lost souls to wake up-
The House of Jacob's rebellious.

With malice, contempt, and bitter hatred
His sacred temple's defiled.
Due to hearts beating vacant
leading pagan lifestyles.

They walk around with fake smiles...
their hearts have hardened within.
They seek material wealth
and pardon themselves for their sins.

(chorus)
Don't put your faith in a system based on lies and corruption
Worldly states, small and great, won't escape His destruction.
Saving sheep when they weep, from the jaws of the lion-
Lift your head to the skies... and keep your eyes on Mt. Zion.