Hold Not Thy Peace, O God of My Praise Lyrics

by The Order of Apollyon
Album: The Sword and the Dagger 
Mould of the earth, walk across the desert,  in exile, for the sins of their fathers.

Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise,  and the soil once again vomit its fog.

Obscene and wicked, crawling abominations,  as many insults to the Lord.

Therefore no joy in their young, no mercy for orphan and widow,

 for they who lead cause them to err and those led astray shall be destroyed.

Through the wrath of the Lord of hosts is the land darkened and the people shall be as the fuel to the fire. And he shall snatch on the right hand and be hungry; and he shall eat on the left hand, and they shall not be satisfied; they shall eat every man the flesh of his own arm.

Therefore no joy in their young man, no mercy for orphan and widow,

for they who lead cause them to err and those led astray shall be destroyed.

Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise. The Lion, the Man, victorious.