From mighty mountains high in the skies Divine tears start to fall Who dares now to rise To save mankind at all? Falling on knees to the ground Before the temple's flame They stand where angels walked around That holy land remains The heat of burning, blinding days Dries every drop of spit The damned are locked in heaven’s vault Where silent spirits sit Across the earth the hunt begins Lord, deliver me! By hands that crush and kill with sins Not love, but tyranny In death’s own journal, psalms are writ The final songs of our decay The thread of time is torn to bits Dreams shattered, left to fade away And God Himself is forced to reap The lives He once had shaped to keep The golden years have slipped away Lean cows now roam the field Hell has been claimed as mankind’s prey By hands that would not yield Great lions shall consume the souls Of those who won’t repent Cruelty’s now in full control With brutal, dark intent Reduced to dust, what now remains Of mortal fools so proud? Who raised their thrones above His name Above the mighty shroud? They stirred the wrath, divine and bold That scorched this broken land He’ll judge the men, the young, the old With justice in His hand In death’s own journal, psalms are writ The final songs of our decay The thread of time is torn to bits Dreams shattered, left to fade away And God Himself is forced to reap The lives He once had shaped to keep The golden years have slipped away Lean cows now roam the field Hell has been claimed as mankind’s prey By hands that would not yield Now end the wicked’s evil schemes Who rule with cruel desire Above God’s law, they chase their dreams And spark their own empire