Strongarm SONG

when the nations rise with the eyes of
arrogance raise your war cry and be
shattered the strings of dissention
ensnared by an evil tongue cast your ring
of disappointment the plague of dissolution
the plans of your devise they will be

thwarted spirit stained by corrupted
flesh your hollow truths will be shattered
your riches are acquired by the misfortune
and bloodshed of others within our midst
is the prophesied age of a new babylon all
the images of its gods lie smashed on the
ground it's driven by darkness the dwelling
place for demons for the nations race to
drain the cup of the maddening wine of power
to deny a man of his rights to deprive a man
of justice he looked for justice but saw
bloodshed for righteousness but heard cries

of distress he will cleanse the bloodstains
of the oppressed by a spirit of judgment
spirit of fire he things that drive us to hate
to love to lust to greed and to good is
longing every soul is born with that vague
undefined hole we search each other's eyes
for answers and fine none God will break
the yoke that burdens you but those who
refuse to see leading others astray in
your iniquities terror will seize
you the hour of your judgment will come