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Obey these commandments I inflict on you
Your fanaticism my strength
And prove me now herewith, saith the lord of hosts
I will bring down your enemies, the rust that destroys
No famine will race your land, as long as you bow
Bring me ye all the tithes into the storehouse
That there may be meat in mine house
Bring your treasures, feed my belly
Off all you make, come make me rich
Iâll do no effort just my preach will be enough to possess you
Fear my anger for your rebellion
I punish the thieves
And dammed are you all, of my flock black sheep's
Bring me ye all the tithes into the storehouse
That there may be meat in mine house
Bring your treasures, feed my belly
Off all you make, come make me rich
Iâll do no effort, sacrifice your offerings, make me your god