On a ledge of purest brimstone
On a high above the soil
Awaken now from the deathless slumber
The time has come to strike
No concern for the wicked
No mercy for the weak
On righteous wings in arcs of vengeance
Spew forth thy fire and cleanse
We erected here a temple
For your mercy wisdom and grace
Bestow upon us oh illustrious spirit
Thy healing touch and grace
But our offerings
Did not quench your thirst
And in ruins or heritage lies
The dreams of young now burns
At their hearts
At their faith
At their dreams
Now strike once and for all
Do binge in the projected accusal
In self righteousness
For hell hath no fury
Now sleep again oh illustrious being
Go to deathless void