In careful contemplation, devising his will,
He prepares his judication, he's poised for the kill,
Judgement falling swiftly, like his foot to the floor,
Your god now stands among you, to spread his righteous words.

Oh, like a face through the clouds,
His hammer comes down,
In justice's name,
You cross the Threshold of Paine.

Power at its maximum, rings through his voice,
A world that's gripped with evil, leaves him no choice,
His bastion of light, grasped firmly in his hand,
Though holy auras light his way, he's the epitome of man.

Oh, like a face through the clouds,
His hammer comes down,
In justice's name,
You cross the Threshold of Paine.

Like a face through the clouds,
His hammer comes down,
In justice's name,
You cross the Threshold of Paine.

Oh, like a face through the clouds,
His hammer comes down,
In justice's name,
You cross the Threshold of Paine.

Like a face through the clouds,
His hammer comes down,
In justice's name,
You cross the Threshold of Paine.