Weak from the journey, the long travelling days Hungry to worship, to join in the praise Shock mad with anger that burned on His face As He entered the wasteland of that barren place
Chorus And the Lamb is a Lion who's roaring with rage
At the empty religion that's filling their days They'll flee from the hug Of the Carpenter's strong arm And come to know the scourging anger of the Lord
Priests and the merchants demanded some proof For their hearts were hardened and blind to the Truth But Satan's own law is to sell and to buy But God's only way is to give and to die
Chorus
The noise and confusion gave way to His word At last sacred silence so God could be heard
