Because your counterpart in the magic art is manufacturing judgment day.
There's a fell wind blowing out of the east, bringing famine, drought and plague.
Well now, at least that's what they say.
Rain fell like judgment across my windowpane.
Said it fell like judgment, but it was only rain.
Well I know what's wrong and I know what's right.
And I know that evil exists, sure as the day turns into night.
When a man gets down on his knees to pray, you know he'll find what he is able,
But chances are he'll find it either way.
Rain fell like judgment across my windowpane.
Said it fell like judgment, but it was only rain.
It fell like judgment across my windowpane.
Said it fell like judgment, but it was only rain.
Oh Lord, have mercy on a humble man,
Lost in the wilderness without a guiding hand.
Rain fell like judgment across my windowpane.
Said it fell like judgment, but it was only rain.
It fell like judgment across my windowpane.
Said it fell like judgment, but it was only rain.
