There Is a Judgment
Well I'd had my fill of corporeal strife
So I took the grim task of ending my life
But I'm telling you brother, though you struggle and strive
The flames down below never die
That great temple curtain will be rended in two
Angels and devils will flock down to you
A clamorous war will be fought for your soul
Then you're lifted to Heaven or pulled down the hole
O holy day
When the Maker decides who must stay and who's carried away
Well I chose the wrong path, it's easy to see
For Satan's foul minions laid claim upon me
We struggled and fell down that bottomless pit
Then we blistered and roasted long after we'd hit
O holy day
When the Maker decides who must stay and who's carried away
So harken these sad words I'm saying to thee
Or you'll burn and you'll writhe in Hell's furnace like me
So I'm telling you brother, though you think this life's cruel
Think twice ‘fore you kick out that stool