Judgment Tree

When I arise, the black Sun shines
No birds sing for me
No more the carrion
Goes by the name of John
Branches in the judgment tree
The judgment tree is rough and sharp
Thorns wrapped around its bark
And you must shed your soul to climb up high
We work the rocky road each day
Our lives are just a game they play
But you know every dog will have its day

So tread humble out on the land
Foolish man built his house on the sand
And the walls are falling down

When the light falls from the sky
You toss and turn, awake you lie
After all the wrong you've done
Doomsday's here before tomorrow comes
And the branches rot beneath your feet
You run to the rock and it will be melting
You run to the sea, it will be boiling
Your tree is so big and broad
And though this axe may be small
Well I'll still cut you down and you will fall

So tread humble out on the land
Foolish man built his house on the sand
And the walls are falling down

Judgment, judgment tree, judgment
Judgment tree, judgment cast its shadow over me