A small refrain from searing pain engulfing half the world.
The rich have now to pay.
The wrath of God’s incurred.
Solicit those who cast the chains
On wicked mountains high.
Those wing’ed demons lick their lips as tortured souls comply.
What price to pay?
Deny the day you sprung into this life.
You’re born in sin. Your baseless fears cast down around the knife.
Of angels sent by churlish Gods to route all bad from men.
To die once more when time is done and sit with God again.