Gathered by the old oak tree. What will come the crow will see. The end of days Servants of the lamb, disciples of an arcane doctrine Holding up a book and kneels, to break all of the seven seals, one by one Magic wards of old on scriptures of a future foretold
Below the starless and blackened sky Far beneath the abysmal moon Their ancient, dreamless, uninvaded keep The seven sleepeth; faintest sunlight flee Light, the smallest thin ray of light Catches upon the sleeper's eye The voices from the mass above Awaken from the slumber
Peels of thunder overhead. Lightning strikes and darkness spreads. The end of days Time is running out. The ground is opening tonight Angels once from heaven fell, ride out from the mouth of hell two by two In the name of God, the end of time's begun The plains will reek of death and burning sulfur scorch the land
The first of the riders was a man of the death The second of the riders was dressed all in red The third of the riders was as black as the darken sky The fourth of the riders wore a halo, a halo of flies The fifth of the riders; fine feathered and silver-toungued Deceiving, seething, slithering and sly The six of the riders wore a mask of malignity He grinned with a sinister and heartless smile The seventh squeeze his victims 'til he's drained them dry To add to his swollen bag of souls Now they stand before you, all together as one Ghastly creatures calling you Numerous are slain in the name of God.
Cast into nothingness. Everything will be destroyed Demons rising from deep below to feast upon your bones Jesus or the Antichrist both ways lead you astray Inspirations comes not from heaven. We do the devil's work Watched and waited patiently while man fulfilled the prophecy
They'll pass your valley of their way, to make each living pay their price. The end of days Saint John have no clue, his time on earth way overdue The hands of judgement cast its dice. The second coming is on rise. Mankind will die The dissolution of the world, a final act of righteousness
Come, come, and behold Seven candles in the night Time, time, time to die The beast arise about to strike
Where there is sadness, there will be wisdom And where there is fear, there will be renewal Though death's teeth as sharp as his glistering scythe Where there's a will, there is a way
Seven horsemen out for war, all loved shall be no more. The end of days Swallowed by the sun, the virtues of man stand in flames Devastation all around. Melting metal on the ground. Ruins and dust In the name of God, the end of time's begun The plains now reek of death and burning sulfur scorched the land
The first of the riders was a man of the cloth The second of the riders was dressed all in red The third of the riders was as black as the darken sky The fourth of the riders wore a halo, a halo of flies The fifth of the riders; fine feathered and silver-toungued Deceiving, seething, slithering and sly The six of the riders wore a mask of malignity He grinned with a sinister and heartless smile The seventh squeeze his victims 'til he's drained them dry To add to his swollen bag of souls Now they stand before you, all together as one Ghastly creatures calling you Numerous are slain In the name of In the name of In the name of God.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
