When God speaks His words resound The pious prophet Can't remain silent Mighty words Used as swords Against the wicked Clothed in sin Three, four, sacrileges The locust flies The fields in fire Evil rises From the ground Justice flows Just like water In the river Of righteousness I'll burn your houses With rightful fire I'll smash the palace With upright swords Closed eyes Yet seeing Thoughts become truth And words be swords Amos the prophet