Where Will You Turn

Where will you turn, when all your cities burn
Who’ll give you shelter from the flood
When they see you stand with your dripping dirty hands
With your hands all dripping red with blood?

Where will you hide, when all the ones who died
For your fear, your anger and your pride
Rise from the grave and ride upon the wave
And your heels are dragging in the tide?

If you lived by power, you should fear being weak
If you suffered from the cold, seek the warm
If you struck hard, if you oppressed the meek
If you lived in the wind, fear the storm.

Where will you run when justice finally comes
When justice comes to call at your door
Oh, the rock won’t hide you nor the oak stand beside you
On the day that the angels go to war.


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