Slow Train
I had a vision. I saw sorrow and pain.
Satan coming, on a slow moving train.
Temptation surrounds us in stereo sound.
Could it be that we're all hellbound?
Who's going to lead us away from sin?
When the preachers are all buying in.
Hell's fire- reaching Vatican city,
Rome will never be the same.
Bishop plays a lowly pawn,
in the King's great game.
Look around, smoke is rising
all across this town.
No one racing, for glory's crown.
Smoke billows up an acrid smell,
all are running toward the gates of hell.
Slow train is picking up speed.
Death comes riding on his pale steed.
Drop to my knees, Lord I pray,
that all turn toward the grace we need.
Slow train is picking up speed.