Will you destroy the righteous with the wicked

Shine your mercy on but 50 men

Show me 10 yet worthy to see the sun again

Though you're naught but dust and ash I will relent



Stand and be counted

Turn from these ruins

Run



Fire rains from the sky

The hand of justice falls

You spit in the face of one whose might is yet untold

Fire rains from the sky

The scales have tipped too far

A monument encased in ash naught but a grave



Where are these men that came to you this night

Bring them forth that we may know them

Be struck blind clear now a path for those I love

Await the brimstone that comes soon to fill your grave



Stand and be counted

Turn from these ruins

Run



Fire rains from the sky

The hand of justice falls

You spit in the face of one whose might is yet untold 

Fire rains from the sky

The scales have tipped too far

A monument encased in ash naught but a grave



Whoa break it down



The stench of Sodom quenched in smoke and flame

Angels enraged bring judgment hence

Justice comes burning sear you from the face of the earth

Dead eyes raised to an ash choked sky



Stand and be counted

Turn from these ruins

Run



Fire rains from the sky

The hand of justice falls

You spit in the face of one whose might is yet untold

Fire rains from the sky

The scales have tipped too far

A monument encased in ash naught but a grave