Judgement Day کے بول

There are legions without number, that do not fear the lord, These children of the darkness, with hearts of one accord Who see the church as but a body, That's riddled with decay The pulpit for the precious few, Who preach about the judgement day They run from words like wrong and right, They won't see things in black and white The moment god is pushed aside, everything turns grey Now our children spill their precious blood Where once they used to pray For this we're sure to answer, on that judgement day To all the shepards faithful, who tremble at the thought The blood of christ erased our name from the ledger of the lost So use the sword of your convictions to battle those who say There are no consequenses, there is no judgement day