Rumours – Capital Letters – letras

There will be wars and rumours of war,In this dread, dread, dread, dreadful landThere will be people killing peopleThere will be famine, famine, famine and starvation…You better hear me when I sayBrethren watch and prayBecause that dayIs not so far away from judgement day comesWhen there will be wailingChildren screaming and grown men cryingI see the mother, they bawl for their daughtersWhy cause their daughters, they are only young childrenBearing young children!Bearing young children!You see they’ve lost the respectFor their grandparents children