Sin is a crash of desecration
rattling the soul of they who stray
It bleeds the mind and stains the soul
of those who do not kneel and pray

The world has decided God is a myth
and His son a story for the weak
Do as you like, hurt who you want
and never turn the other cheek

We will die in a war of nuclear fire,
or we will waste away from apathy
Either way, God is patiently waiting
His decent children in Heaven to see

Tell me, friend, is it the green fire for you...
to sear the flesh from your sinner's bones?
Will the thunder roar out of the east

and kill us with unholy stones?