Lyrics

First Judgment – The Tongue of Lies You fed us truth with a serpent’s hiss, Signed your drone strikes with a prayer and a kiss. Said freedom rings, but I only heard chains— Contracts written in civilians’ brains. Woe to the liar who sits on high— Isaiah 5:20
Second Judgment – Baptized in Fire
You dropped fire on cradles, dressed it in pride, Called it “defense” while a thousand mothers died. Lit up Iran like a patriot torch,
Then wiped your feet on a burnt-down porch.
Woe to the priest of guided flame,
Your gospel’s war, and Hell knows your name.
Nay-hum 1:2
Third Judgment – Blood in the Wells
Ain’t no water, just the blood of the meek,
While oil men feast and prophets grow weak.
You poisoned the stream and said “it’s clean,”
Then blamed the bodies on a foreign regime.
Woe to the kings who baptize greed,
You fed the poor to your armored steed.
— Jeremiah 3:2–3.
Fourth Judgment – Rust and Scrolls here comes the fourth—on a beast made of rust, With a scroll full of names and a verdict of dust. Temples collapse under hymns of despair, You bombed God’s house, then had the audacity to kneel in there. Woe to the warlords in sacred cloth, Your psalms are screams, and your prayers are off. Isaiah 1:22–23
Fifth Judgment – Silence of the Vets
Shhh silence fell like a sniper shot,No parades, just pills in a parking lot.We bled red, then white, then black inside—While you held press junkets and let us die.Woe to the beast that forgets its blade,The soldier you broke is the price you evade. — Jeremiah 6:14
Sixth Judgment – Memory Strikes Back
Ghosts in fatigues march Capitol Hill,Not with guns, but a memory kill.Iran ain’t gone—it lives in our lungs,In the screams, in the dreams, in the loaded tongues. Woe to the mask that wore God’s skin, Your sins are etched in your next of kin. — Job 15:5–6 Seventh Judgment – Fall of the Throne Then the sky cracked open like a lie exposed, And the throne you worshiped? Corroded and closed. No savior, no song, no state left to rule, Just ashes and echoes in a blood-stained school. Woe to the tyrant who played divine— Your reign was a funeral dressed in design. Revelation 18:4–5
Seven seals. Seven cuts.Each one deeper than your justifications. You baptized bombs. You crowned deceit. Now drown in the gospel that bleeds from your feet. So hear me, O kingdom clothed in pride, Who lit the heavens and said it was right— The scroll is sealed, the stars withdrawn, And the mercy you mocked has already gone. You crowned the beast and called it peace, Bowed to the throne while your prophets ceased. You built your altar with children’s bones,And set your prayers to a predator’s tone.You feasted on fire, now it feasts on you. You forged the sword, now it runs you through.The plagues are patient—but the trumpet is not.And the hand that writes on your wall is forgot. The blood remembers. The ashes speak.The wrath you summoned is no longer meek.So bury your gold.Silence your choir.The God you invoked has become your fire.