The separations coming, the sheep from the goats There are only two sides, no inbetweeners 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 But I'll be glad when your damned, time won't delay
Burn, Satan, burn Burn, Satan, burn
The separations coming, the sheep from the goats There are only two sides, no inbetweeners hope
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
