Thunder + Single Malt =
The gates of hell hold not for me the threat of any harm.
I’ve faced the demons waiting there, the flames not more than warm.
My soul has seen the wickedness of men and know their ways.
I have the need to bring them down and to their judgment days.
My heart is scarred to know that once I was part of their flock.
Behind my back, they did to “babes” things that a murderer would shock.
My eyes were shown the truth of it; my heart discerned their wrongs.
No more could I hold fast a faith, polluted by perverse throngs.
These evil men do hold the reigns of a people kind and caring.
They prey on innocence and youth, while the “good news” sharing.
I come to now a point in life where I care not for me.
I must see to others welfare, or how can I be free?
With an attitude towards justice and a mind set based on right.
I seek to find a caring god to show all men the light.
But alas, it seems to me that god gives not a damn.
Fine by me, I will alone, their deeds down their throats ram.
If paradise holds a place for wicked hurtful souls.
Then hell will be the place for me I’ll sign up for its rolls.
Again, I say I’d rather be in hell with demons true.
Than with men who take from youth, purity born true.
Come with me; take up a sword, lets venture into the fray.
For if god will not protect the young, it is our duty to make them pay.
Right is right and wrong is wrong, on this I stand fast.
I’ll see those bastards dead indeed if its the action of mine last.
S’mores anyone?