28 June 2012
Seven Last Plagues
Great and amazing are your deeds Sores on those with The Mark Foul and painful
The sea become like blood of the dead And the living of the oceans Vanquished
The blood of Saints and Prophets For all to drink It's what they deserve
Sun is forced to scorch and burn People curse their God But no repentance
The throne of The Beast Gnaw your tongue In the agony of darkness
The River Euphrates Frogs from the mouth of a Dragon 'See... I am coming like a thief...'
Stay awake and clothed Not naked and exposed to shame Spirits performing signs
'It is done' A voice comes from the air Out of the Temple, the Throne
The Earth split in three Every island fled Hailstones, destruction Living dead
Opuss № I