Lyrics

I once heard a story they don't often tell,
about the folly of evil and the fires of hell
see, a man may seem righteous and a man may seem true
but on your last day only God can judge you

death comes to us all, yes the wicked must fall, and the wicked will pay for their sins
death comes to us all, yes the wicked must fall, but even good men must pay for their sins

the story's an old one, 'bout two rival kings --
one promised riches and the fame that wealth brings
the other promised peace and a plate of food on every table-
Four acres of land, and a mule in every stable

death comes to us all, yes the wicked must fall, and the wicked will pay for their sins
death comes to us all, yes the wicked must fall, but even your sons must pay for their sins

the first king looked out, seeing the second king prosper- -
he said to his people, the wicked must burn
he unleashed a wrath that rained mighty pain and hellfire
left the second king lonesome, and sifting through ash

death comes to us all, yes the wicked must fall, and the wicked will pay for their sins
death comes to us all, yes the wicked must fall, but even the misguided must pay for their sins

the second king enraged, cried raise me an army--
tomorrow we march and send the wicked to hell
on the third night of battle every man was left dead --
excepting two kings and the pain they had bringed

death comes to us all, yes the wicked must fall, and the wicked will pay for their sins
death comes to us all, yes the wicked must fall, but even kings must account for their sins

now neither king had brought peace or a thing they had promised
just killing and bloodshed, and a river of tears
see, a man may seem righteous and a man may seem true
but on your last day only God can judge you

death comes to us all, yes the wicked must fall, and the wicked will pay for their sins
death comes to us all, yes the wicked must fall, but good intentions won't save you from hell
and even good men must pay for their sins
and even your sons must pay for their sins
and even kings must account for their sins
and even blind men can see that we're doomed
and all my hatred wont bring my kin back
and good intentions won't save you from hell