The Fall

Blessed is the man who walks not in the darkness

Nor stands in the way of iniquity

Or setting in the seat of scoffers and of vandals

Pursuing judgement day the final destiny

It started from the fall

We fear the face of man

And don't fear God at all

And when his reign comes down

Your knee will bend and all will bow

Like the tree that's planted by the streams of water

Bring forth the seasons fruit

Wicked men are like the chaff the winds are blowing

Nor sinners congregate in our God's righteous

You fear man’s face

But we’re just fallen