All the wounded you left screaming All the dead that you left behind All the women and children dying Burnt beyond recognition, but why? But why? Will you answer now, oh fearsome Jehovah? Will you answer now? Speak now and be heard Your son, impaled on the cross Here at the end of the world What is the purpose of your existence? What was the holy end game? Which commandments led your crusades? Or were the tablets broken again? What is the legacy that you'll leave? Here at the top of Mount Sinai You know that mercy will not be given But will you speak and repent before you die? Will you answer now, oh fearsome Jehovah? Will you answer now? Speak now and be heard Your son, impaled on the cross Here at the end of the world The son of Thor stands before you Your last breath on this worthless ground The holy father holding your hand White Christ, your reign ends now! Will you answer now, oh fearsome Jehovah? Will you answer now? Speak now and be heard Your son, impaled on the cross Here at the end of the world