The Threshingfloor

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 Every secret sin On and of this earth Grows fierce from the ground Instruments with teeth Instruments with teeth Cut them down Look who's fan is in his hands Upon the ground of sifting