Near the gateway to Mojave I saw a place both beautiful and blistering, and cruel and cold the same,
The sun was like a lion, bearing down upon its prey,
Death Valley stained in crimson for the moon to wash away,
And I envisioned rows of gallows for the world to look upon,
One step to bringing order to a planet tempting chaos.
Can you feel it coming down: the righteous wrath of God?
Revealed from out of Heaven, for the innocent blood crying from the ground.
While the wicked seem to prosper and glory in these days,
As if their ways were hidden, as if they had escaped,
We have lost our sense of justice, smearing lines of right and wrong,
Despising any standards, we blindly stumble on,
Bleeding hearts may scream compassion; what of those who cannot cry?
A life is worth a life,
Justice, merciful and blind.
Can you feel it coming down: the righteous wrath of God?
Revealed from out of Heaven, for the innocent blood crying from the ground.
Innocent blood is crying from the ground,
It’s coming down.
