Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God

The morning has come with the dawn of the sun and the masses arise to the day. They meet their despair in pointless travail, lost in the maze of the world where Death is the stage. For Mammon they live, to themselves they will give of treasure and gluttonous pride. To Self they bow down, they worship their crown, alive in the eyes of the world by Death lives inside. Arise my friends, arise! The sword is the spirit of life. Awaken your souls, that you may never die, in the Battle of the Living Dead.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Come and see, the end of time The ancient seals are broken And the mouth of Hell is opened wide. The kingdoms rage, the nations fall Their blasphemies were spoken Now the God of gods has come to conquer all! Come and see, the end of man The prophets they have spoken Now the Judgment Day is now at hand. The kings will hide in the caves of the earth. As the people lament the day of their birth. Behold the Pale Horse rides . . . Behold the Pale Horse rides . . . In the blood of the night His spectre rides the moon His holy sword in hand The fear of God unleashed in the land . . . Come and see, the wrath of God The famines , wars, diseases The sword of Damocles has fallen. The earth in ruins, engulfed in fire The nightmare of the ages Prepare O man to meet thy God! The kings will hide in the caves of the earth. As the people lament the day of their birth. Behold the Pale Horse rides . . . Behold the Pale Horse rides . . . Behold the Pale Horse rides . . . The Pale Horse rides . . .

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

By lightning by thunder, by gathering of winds A chariot of silver and gold descendeth and taketh me in. My eyes behold wonder, as I gaze on this land To terra I bow down my head, to heaven I raise up my hands! Thy power, Thy glory I tow'r o'er the skies I sail to a story To a tale of darkness and light . . . Through Virgo through Leo, I follow the signs My guide to millennial past, empyrean divine Through great constellations, Piscean domain I race through sidereal skies, across the Stygian wave! Thy power, Thy glory I tow'r o'er the skies I sail to a story To a tale of darkness and light . . . On Lordian winds I soar across the Stygian Passage I see immortality cease in my course . . .

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

They placed a crown of thorns on His head A scepter in His hand "Hail, to the King of the Jews," they said They did not understand. Like a lamb to the slaughter they led Him away as the prophets foretold. He carried our sins and our sorrows, to Golgotha, to the place they call the Skull. Now Satan came to Jerusalem "The death of God," his command "Give us Barabbas," the people said They did not understand. Like a lamb to the slaughter they led Him away as the prophets foretold. He carried our sins and our sorrows, to Golgotha, to the place they call the Skull. "For dogs have compassed me The assembly of the wicked have inclosed me The pierced my hands and my feet I may tell all my bones They look and stare upon me They part my garments among them and cast lots upon my vesture" (Psalm 22:16-18). Worthy is He who was slain on the cross The Messiah, the King of the universe! Honor and pow'r, glory and might To the God of the skies, to the Lord of earth! Every knee shall bow, and every tongue shall confess the Lord . . . "He is despised and rejected of men A Man of Sorrows and acquainted with grief, and we hid as it were our faces from him He was despised, and we esteemed Him not (Isaiah 53:3).

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Father, if all I can be is a man And all I can ask of you Father, my Father How can I be in your plan? Send me a sign from the heavens, in riddle or rhyme Descend from the skies of forever, pray give me a time For I have reached the end of the line . . . Defender of truth and of freedom, am I living a lie? I render my fruits to thy kingdom, pray give me a sign For I am weak, how long can I fight? Father, when can I see you again? And when can I be with you Father, You gave up your life for me then, And when, I needed you Father . . . When can I see you again? And when can I be with you Father, You gave up your life for me then, And when, I needed a friend . . . Father, your spirit I'm longing to bring Through tears can I ask of you Father, my Father To play your song through my strings . . . Father, when can I see you again? And when can I be with you Father, You gave up your life for me then, And when, I needed you Father . . . When can I see you again? And when can I be with you Father, You gave up your life for me then, And when, I needed a friend . . .

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

O my friends, my soul cries out to you from the infernal fire How dreadful it is to suffer the fierceness and wrath of God for one moment . . . but I must suffer it for all eternity. There will be no end to this exquisite horrible misery When I look forward I see a long forever, a boundless duration before me which devours my thoughts and terrifies my soul . For I know certainly that I must wear out long ages, millions and millions of ages, in wrestling and conflicting with this divine merciless vengeance. And when I am so done, when so many ages have actually been spent in this manner. In know, that this is all but a point to what remains. [Based on Jonathan Edwards' classic homily, 1741] It came upon me unexpected Like a thief, Death outwitted me O my foolishness I was arrogant towards God and man, pursuing my own vanities And when I said, "All is well," Then, sudden destruction came upon me. Day of the damned at the throne they stand Sinners in the hands of the God of man. Who is the One enthroned in the sky? Behold it is Christ, in glory and might Yes He, the One they crucified. Who can withstand the weight of divine vengeance? There is no fortress or power that can defend us from the power of God . . . For as wax melteth before the fire, so shall the wicked, at the presence of the Lord. Vengeance is mine, a thunderous rhyme A frightening voice to the blasphemous mind Who is He who roars from the sky? Behold it is Him, the Conqueror of sin Yes He, the One they crucified. Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God The fire awaits my soul To the chasm of Hell I will go . . . Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God The fire awaits my soul For the Devil and demons I know . . . And who can save me now . . . I don't know. Or who can wake me from this terror I behold.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

We are strong, we are free Children of the King We are in Christ, a new creation. He is sovereign Lord and King Of men and cherubim He is our God, He is our glory. By the riches of His grace, Through His blood we have been saved He was wounded for the sins of all the nations. Ask the blind man who sees, And the prisoner who is free Who did deliver them from tyranny? We are Children of the King We follow Him To Him we will sing our praise For worthy is He who saves us! Children of the Lamb, the God of man Oh, we are Children of the King.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025