Look who's fan is in his hands
Upon the ground of sifting?
Instruments with teeth
A place for the called for
We call it the floor into the air
In this time of threshing
Bara devlam
Davlam bara
Devlam bara
Istenem
By the hooves of beasts
Round this winnowing pile
Golden sheaves
The gleaming plain for miles
Lift up your iron heel
Spin Ezekiel's wheel
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Every secret sin
On and of this earth
Grows fierce from the ground
Instruments with teeth
Instruments with teeth
Cut them down
Outro
Look who's fan is in his hands
Upon the ground of sifting
[Thanks to ltcbusbuddy for correcting these lyrics]
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Look who's fan is in his hands
Upon the ground of sifting?
Instruments with teeth
A place for the called for
We call it the floor into the air
In this time of threshing
Bara devlam
Davlam bara
Devlam bara
Istenem
By the hooves of beasts
Round this winnowing pile
Golden sheaves
The gleaming plain for miles
Lift up your iron heel
Spin Ezekiel's wheel
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Every secret sin
On and of this earth
Grows fierce from the ground
Instruments with teeth
Instruments with teeth
Cut them down
Outro
Look who's fan is in his hands
Upon the ground of sifting
[Thanks to ltcbusbuddy for correcting these lyrics]
Upon the ground of sifting?
Instruments with teeth
A place for the called for
We call it the floor into the air
In this time of threshing
Bara devlam
Davlam bara
Devlam bara
Istenem
By the hooves of beasts
Round this winnowing pile
Golden sheaves
The gleaming plain for miles
Lift up your iron heel
Spin Ezekiel's wheel
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Him the Lord of Hosts
Every secret sin
On and of this earth
Grows fierce from the ground
Instruments with teeth
Instruments with teeth
Cut them down
Outro
Look who's fan is in his hands
Upon the ground of sifting
[Thanks to ltcbusbuddy for correcting these lyrics]