The Land of the Fear of Men Lyrics

The Land of the Fear of Men
The Land of the Fear of Men,
She lies near the Devil's den
In hollows foul
With praises' howl.
We'll travel her now and then,
In hopes to secure a friend.
But all are slaves
Or sunk in graves -
The Land of the Fear of Men.
When fears and anxieties
Form clouds that canopy,
Forfeiting Light's true guide,
We follow our compass, Pride.
The Land of the Fear of Men
Is haunting at every bend.
In oaks of grey
The nooses sway.
Her hills form a prowler's pen
Ensnaring the singing wren,
Where praises made
Disguise the blade -
The Land of the Fear of Men.
w. m. Jason Harms