It's in Revelations 1 to 22 Scorpions and hydra breathing fire at you So mark your foreheads
Seven golden lampstands to light the fury from the sky I will kill your children I know your works and labor They can't save ya
Throats are parched with smoke from golden censers Rivers run with blood, wormwood to quench ya From being and nothingness
Second woe is past Look out! Look out! Third one's coming up Seal up the righteous and screw the wicked over It's all over
It's a plague of locusts Hallelujah! It's raining frogs It's a boulder hailstorm It's the wrath of Goddamn
The names are in the Book, not yours Four horsemen ride the range Hark! The herald angels' carnage Pestilence and bloodshed wash away all your mistakes Before they cast your wretched flesh into the Fiery Lake And it's coming
And it's a plague of locusts It's a plague of locusts It's a plague of locusts It's the wrath of...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
