Reduced to Dust - Rude Awakening

Faith in him whose passing shadow may be a cloud

Whose voice is the thunder

I have been proud

I led you here to be corrupted by an evil people

But the lord, in his mercy, offers us salvation

Come, follow me

Leave this monstrous place!

Don’t, please

Please, Lot

I turn my back on you

On you

Hear me

As I was told, so now I tell you

Once we leave these cities

If there are those amongst us who look back

Only so much as look back behind you

Then Jehovah will know that we do so

In regret of the ways of Sodom

And he will smite us

Let no one look back

No one

These cities will be smitten from the earth

Reduced to dust

What you call sin, to me is virtue

And all-powerful death, whom you hate

I worship

I turn my back on you, Lot

On you and your impotent god

I turn my back on you, Lot

On you