In the Valley of the Travelers,
Along the King's Highway,
The Lord has set a banquet for
All the birds of prey.
Sweep down from Black and Caspian,
Rain down down Tabriz and Turk.
The fire from His mountain will
Declare Jehovah's work.
Look back upon Ezekiel,
And hear the Son of Man.
Behold the Prince of Glory who
Holds judgment in His hand.
Be baptized in the fire that
Flows down through Jordan's streams.
Repent, and turn from wickedness.
Obey the King of Kings.
There is one year remaining, yet
Before the Son appears,
Walk through the Doors of Mercy
And be ransomed by kafirs.
Bend your knees like water now
Before the Lamb of God,
For all is reconciled when
Hell's fire rips from sod.
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