God of hope
God of war
God is God no more.

Angel of peace
Angel of death
All the angels now have left.

Lord of Hell
Lord of Light
Satan bids us all goodnight.

And what is left in the world
Is you and me
And wars of our own.

We are the reapers
We are the ones who sew
We have no hope.

Big blasts are heard as we play God
God’s right hand is an atom bomb
Sighs overheard as angels we pretend to be
Oh sweet missionary
I will rip off your angel wings
As an absent God’s praises you sing
Your evil is hidden by a cross
That you carry with a self-righteous left hand
But you are a warrior and war is your friend.

I will smite you
Warriors of God
Murder you with your own sins
The fire of your own hate will singe
Choking on all that justice you serve
For back it will come to reclaim the earth.