All Mouths Erode

from Death Is A Lie by Terrible Light

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lyrics

Scattered on the ground the petals of the roses cry out like drops of blood, while spectres dressed as men gambol on the bed; though it much resembles death, I hear them laugh like little children.

The tactless soldiers dance, marionettes in suspense dangling from the cords of Sheol; weightless though they are the Powers press them down to deal their crushing blows (though they could never truly destroy us).

So when they hear us call them friend with their spit still on our chins,
you better believe they feel a spell of life!
As the cords slightly loose for a moment they conclude:

He is LORD, and the last word is His.

“Execute justice in the morning and deliver from the hand of the oppressor him who has been robbed,” lest your wrath go forth like fire and burn with none to quench it, because of their evil deeds, O Lord.
And help our unbelief, as we patiently wait and sing:

“You Are, LORD, and the last word is Yours;
You are LORD, and the last word is Yours.