Judgement day

There are legions without number, that do not fear the lord,
These children of the darkness, with hearts of one accord
Who see the church as but a body,
That's riddled with decay
The pulpit for the precious few,
Who preach about the judgement day

They run from words like wrong and right,
They won't see things in black and white
The moment god is pushed aside, everything turns grey
Now our children spill their precious blood
Where once they used to pray
For this we're sure to answer, on that judgement day

To all the shepards faithful, who tremble at the thought
The blood of christ erased our name from the ledger of the lost
So use the sword of your convictions to battle those who say
There are no consequenses, there is no judgement day