To Flanders flocks the shepherds lie
Beneath the crosses raised on high
That point to grace; but off they go
Blind guides that with the current flow
Down to the pit where demons cry.
We are His Church. We
will not die.
We stand on stone and though they try
The gates of Hell will not o’erthrow
The Flanders flocks.
Four crimes are named beneath the sky
From which Elohim turns His eye.
Repent: The Natural Law you know
Is written on our hearts below.
He is not mocked, though shepherds lie
To Flanders flocks.
