When I arise, the black Sun shines No birds sing for me No more the carrion Goes by the name of John Branches in the judgment tree The judgment tree is rough and sharp Thorns wrapped around its bark And you must shed your soul to climb up high We work the rocky road each day Our lives are just a game they play But you know every dog will have its day So tread humble out on the land Foolish man built his house on the sand And the walls are falling down When the light falls from the sky You toss and turn, awake you lie After all the wrong you've done Doomsday's here before tomorrow comes And the branches rot beneath your feet You run to the rock and it will be melting You run to the sea, it will be boiling Your tree is so big and broad And though this axe may be small Well I'll still cut you down and you will fall So tread humble out on the land Foolish man built his house on the sand And the walls are falling down Judgment, judgment tree, judgment Judgment tree, judgment cast its shadow over me