You think it doesn't matter
You think He doesn't care
Well me, I know better
You'd better be prepared
He acts without warning
He doesn't really care
You'll never know He's on His way
Your end is coming near
Anger, hatred
You know them well
You call upon them often
Now they'll drag you to hell
From fire, from death
You need not ever fear
What awaits you after
They cannot compare
Years and years of hurting
Countless acts of deceiving
Good deeds never proceeding
Endless pain for your receiving