There Is a Judgment

Well I'd had my fill of corporeal strife
 So I took the grim task of ending my life
 But I'm telling you, brother, though you struggle and strive
 The flames down below never die
 That great temple curtain will be rendered in two
 Angels and devils will flock down to you
 A clamorous war will be fought for your soul
 Then you're lifted to heaven or pulled down the hole
 O, holy day
 When the Maker decides who must stay and who's carried away
 Well I chose the wrong path, it's easy to see
 For Satan's foul minions laid claim upon me
 We struggled and fell down that bottomless pit
 Then we blistered and roasted long after we'd hit
 O, holy day
 When the Maker decides who must stay and who's carried away
 So harken these sad words I'm saying to thee
 Or you'll burn and you'll writhe in hell's furnace like me
 So I'm telling you brother, though you think this life's cruel
 Think twice before you kick out that stool