Paroles: Lex Zaleta. Small Traces Of Truth. Sandbag Sin.

The believers' last stand begins;
They're stacking Bible upon Bible,
Using that old reliable
As they try to sandbag sin.

The floodwaters are rising;
Evil overruns the banks.
It's too late for chastising;
The enemy's on our flanks.

Started as a gentle rain,
A deceptively soft shower.
Little by little, it gained
More prominence, more power.

That's when the last stand did begin;
Believers started stacking up Bibles,

Hoping that old reliable
Would help them to sandbag sin.

The floodwater's still rising;
Evil's flowing through the towns.
No hope on the horizon -
Earth cries and decency drowns.

Black water rises; wickedness wins.
You can't stack unopened Bibles -
Unread Bibles are not reliable -
When you're trying to sandbag sin.
Those unread Bibles are not reliable
When you're trying to sandbag sin.