Will you destroy the righteous with the wicked   Shine your mercy on but 50 men   Show me you're yet worthy to see the sun again   Though you're naught but dust and ash I will relent      Stand and be counted    Turn from these ruins   Run      Fire rains from the sky   The hand of justice falls   You spit in the face of the One whose might is untold   Fire rains from the sky   The scales have tipped too far   A monument encased in ash naught but a grave      Where are these men that came to you this night   Bring them forth that we may know them   Be struck blind clear now a path for those I love   Await the brimstone that comes soon to fill your grave      The stench of Sodom quenched in smoke and flame   Angels enraged bring them judgement hence   Dead eyes raised to an ash choked sky