Wicked

Restless be the wicked
And damned be the saints
They'd rather laugh with sinners
Until their breath falls faint
When the trumpets sound
Off to the promised land; they ain't
When hell fire rises
And these souls are tamed
Restlessly crying for forgiveness
While they're engulfed in flames
The saints will be praying
And all of man is to blame
No peace umong mortals
And of titans, the very same
Waging war in Valhalla
No end to this game