| Of Things To Come God is angry, God is mad, God is pissed off, We�ve been bad. No more begging, No more pleas, God is growing Some hanging trees. Hell on earth has Just begun. Gone is the light Of the sun. Now the moon turns Red as blood, We the faithful Stand in mud. The demons are here, They destroy All that�s left of Human joy. Riding the horse, Death and disease, As the devil awaits By the fiery seas. God is getting angry, God is getting mad, God is getting pissed, He knows we�ve been bad. Death has come and gone And the end is done. Bright is the white light Of the only son. |