Behold a white horse And he who set upon him Was called faithful and true And in righteousness he doth judge and make war His eyes were as a flame of fire And on his head were many crawns And he had a name written That no man knew but he himself And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood And the armies followed him upon white horses Clothed in fine linen, white and clean And out of this mouth goeth a sharp sword That with it he should smite the nations And he shall rule then with a rod of iron And the remnant were slain With the swordTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.