A Monument Encased in Ash - The Showdown

Will you destroy the righteous with the wicked

Shine your mercy on but fifty men

Show me ten yet worthy to see the sun again

Though you’re naught but dust and ash I will relent

Stand and be counted

Turn from these ruins

Run

Fire rains from the sky

The hand of justice falls

You spit in the face of one whose might is yet untold

Fire rains from the sky

The scales have tipped too far

A monument encased in ash naught but a grave

Where are these men that came to you this night

Bring them forth that we may know them

Be struck blind clear now a path for those I love

Await the brimstone that comes soon to fill your grave

Stand and be counted

Turn from these ruins

Run

Fire rains from the sky

The hand of justice falls

You spit in the face of one whose might is yet untold

Fire rains from the sky

The scales have tipped too far

A monument encased in ash naught but a grave