A fire crackles , outside a Forest thick with snow .
a warm glow flickers in his cabin ,
While ox and *** hang on hooks above .
A store house filled with gold and silver ,
a barn house filled with grain .
No need to tear the. Sheaves that matter, fill your. Cup , drink in vain.
Drink to your store house filled with silver
Drink to your store house filled with gold ,
For you have built your own tomorrow
With no need for man or God .
Oh man when you awaken sharpen your sword
Heat up your fires , take iron from burning Cole
. Bend and shape it into a graven image ,
Until it casts a God shaped hole .
Yet in time you will forget your maker ,
The one who gave you air to breath .
The one who gave you life oh mortal ,
To be thankfull for your years .
Oh man of wooden store house ,
oh man of gold and rust ,
For your god will be forgotten
And my God will turn your gold to dust .
For your heart like stone will be shattered ,
Nothing of your store house left .
When your dying days are numbered ,
God calls you to his throne ,
When judgement day is calling ,
With no where to call your home
Isiah ch 44 God Bless X