Cowering Lamb

Execute the judgment, the sea that overwhelms consumes
Born of the wilderness, possessed and torn asunder
All that dwell upon the earth, the glaring book of death
Eyes gouged for eyes, feeble lamb torn apart
Beasts in your midst, fields of slain men
Our hands shed the blood, ministers of Satan
As our eyes have seen destruction
Shaved and pale, weak unloved bodies
Pulled out of the fields of slaughter
Onto the gates of your forsaken city
Banner draped upon his hanging body
They shall justify the victorious wicked