In the name of the Lord, I come against you — carried forth by the wind of your fall Behold and ponder; Hell is made anew — the brimstone comes alive Come and greet the judgment — in which you shall dissolve Bow and give thanks for we have Pillaged God — and made his vengeance our own In the name of the Lord, I come against you — high on the sweet irony of the cross Behold and ponder; You will have no peace — no restless and rootless fall Come now, greet the downfall — of your revered free will Bow and give thanks for we have built On death — and made her hunger our home In the name of the Lord, I come against you — carried forth by the wind of your fall Accept now the flame In which you shall be cleansed Behold and ponder; Hell is made anew See now, the brimstone of my psalms come alive Accept now the faith in which you shall devolve Come and greet the judgment — in which you shall dissolve Bow and give thanks for we have Pillaged — and made his vengeance our own