Separation's coming: the sheep from the goats,
There are only two sides,
No in-betweener's hope.
For all our friends that you've got hold; they don't know you've made them slaves,
For them I will not sin in ceasing to pray,
I'll be glad when your damned, time won't delay.
Burn, Satan, burn,
Burn, Satan, burn.
Separation's coming: the sheep from the goats,
There are only two sides,
No in-betweener's hope, no hope.
For now we...
For now we must deal with it, as it is unto this day,
We wrestle not against flesh and blood, so we'll be glad to say...
