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There’s a man on a mountain, praying and a counting
Crying to the Fountain “Will the righteous burn, too?”
Abram the brave-man, pleading for depraved-man
Wrestles with the flames and trusts the wicked burn through, yeah
He’s toe to toe with incensed Deity
But he’s raising up his hands, he understands that
Hell is at hand
And it’s right here, right now
Feel the heat on your bones
Hell is at hand
And it’s right in front of you
Do not misunderstand
Your fate is with the damned
And hell is at hand
All them unwashed in Sodom, mocking up at God are
Abusing the despondent when the sky rains a fire
And it burns as it pours, all consuming the abhorrent,
Deplorable mortals, unrepentant, on fire
They’re staring down an incensed Deity
And He’s raising up His hand, the cries demand that
Hell is at hand
And it’s right here, right now
Feel the heat on your bones
Hell is at hand
And it’s right in front of you
Do not misunderstand
Your fate is with the damned
And hell is at hand
Worshiping depravity and reveling in vanity and lies
The heavens softly burning as your plea extends a yearning to a cry
Blinded by obscenity and bathed in immorality the fire spreading inside
Raging indiscriminately blazing through a villainy decried
Your pride a sulfur in your mind
Has all but silenced Abraham
The end is now and hell is at hand
Feel the heat on your bones?!
Hell is at hand
Burning right in front of you
No repentance for the damned
Hell is at hand
Burning right here, right now
Feel the heat in your bones
Hell is at hand
And I’m staring back at you
Do not misunderstand, you’re damned
There is no promised land
The hope is ash, the brimstone’s sand
The burning’s through and hell is at hand
Written by: John Nicholas Kirk

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