Day of Joy by Cultes des Ghoules Lyrics

Doom! Doom! Doom!
Doom is upon all the unbelievers
Toxic fumes kill the deceivers
And our children along
It's the price of mercy we've waited for...
So long!

Rifles rattle with horror of rage
For the Holy Word we must wage
It's been written by God himself in ire
Ah! Ah! Our God, oh He loves to speak with fire

Sing! Sing!
We sing until our lips run dry
Songs of glory that make our foes die
Clap! Clap!
We clap our hands until they bleed
For our long promised child of divine seed

All hail that child with ruby eyes
With golden skin and a scepter in its hand
Under its sight all the unclean dies
Words of mercy come from its foaming mouth to the land
The great storm of love is upon us all
It's the great storm of love, no one's saved from the fall