Standing with its back turned Red eyes burn through the sun Death upon a pale horse Three and seven join one
Seven chandeliers Made of martyr tears Words upon the seal Soon to be revealed
The Virgin carrying The child, blackened face And withered smile The souls of martyrs Receive a white gown and Enter the furnace without a Sound
The sky retreats, the moon Shreds blood, the sun joins The stars in the flood
Now our father has come Through the break of the dawn Three and seven join none
Twenty four old men One for every hour Seven broken seals Now have become realTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
