To judge us all and this day we die,

Volcanoes spew and oceans churn,

Followers rise and heathens burn.



So says the holy book, his word,

Where a promise is made the world will turn,

Paradise awaits those, who've heard his holy voice,

Perdition otherwise, and he says he grants choice.



The tapestry of time and the bible say too,

That the God you worship made a promise to you,

All the things you adore, things you'd never sell,

Like love, like children, like all desire,

Burning straight to hell, to the fire.



Chorus

When Elohim picks his time,

The world will end and the moons collide,

Fires, earthquakes, flood and death,

Plagues and poisons leave nothing left,

When the son and the father and the holy ghost,

Destroy everything that we love most,

Pray the world to carry on but the Lord's unbending,

He fuckin can't wait for his revelations ending.



Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,

The bastard minions of my son,

I sent him to promise wonderful things, 

To offend the Jewish, The Queens and Kings,

But when all life dies, and the world is mashed,

It'll hurt that much more because your hopes are dashed,

And I'll smile.



Thunder and lightning strikes the ground,

Hurricanes and earthquakes in every town,

A great cataclysm because the Lord's willing,

Truth be known he just loves the killing.



Chorus



I just love the killing,

Oh yes I love the killing,

Burning and slaughter, 

Nailed my son to the cross,

Come apocalypse,

I'll show you who's boss!



Chorus.