Strongarm - The Fall Of Babylon Lyrics

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