When nations rise
with eyes of arrogance,
raise your war cry, and be shattered.

The string of dissension, ensnared by evil tongue.
Cast your ring of disappointment,
the plague of dissolution,

The plans of your devise, they will be thwarted,
spirit stained by corrupted flesh,
your hollow truths will be shattered

your riches are acquired
by the misfortune and bloodshed of others.
Within our midst is the prophesied age, of new Babylon.

All the images of it's gods, lie smashed on the ground,
it's driven by darkness, the dwelling place for demons,
for the nations race to drain the cup,
of the maddening wine of power.

To deny, a man his rights.
To deprive, a man of justice.

He looked for justice but,
saw blood shed for righteousness;
but, heard cries of distress.
He will cleanse the blood stains of the oppressed,
by a spirit of judgment and a spirit of fire.

The thing that drive us to hate, to love, to lust, to greed, and to good is longing.
Every soul is born with that vague undefined hole.
We search each other's eyes for answers and find none.
God will break the yolk that burdens you.
But, those who refuse to see,
leading others astray in your iniquities.

Terror will seize you,
the hour of judgment will come.