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As the throne in Heaven is rumbling,
Worthy is the lamb, who was slain.
Living creatures covered with eyes,
Watchers keeping the seven seals.

Come! In a voice like thunder,
The white horse bent on conquest.
Come! In a voice like thunder,
The fiery red carry on great war.

When the star falls to the earth,
And the moon spilling its blood,
Like sackcloth made ov goat hair,
Turn the sun into black.

Come! In a voice like thunder,
The rider holds the scales ov bones.
Come! In a voice like thunder,
Hades follow the black and last horsemen.

Idol worshippers, behold the scene,
As the chosen rapes the seals.
The covenant shall be in your flesh,
In the glory ov their pride.

The last seal is open,
Silence above.

Sounds ov trumpets binded in echoe,
Seven angels committed to crime.
Woe, woe, Woe! To the living,
Watch for the star, ablazed Wormwood.

Listen! With the sound like rubbing ore,
Hail and fire mixed with gore.
Listen! with the sound like rubbing ore,
All perish from the bitter water.

When the star falls to the earth,
And the moon spilling its blood,
Like sackcloth made ov goat hair,
Turn the sun into black.

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