See the Son glow Up in the night God sent holy soldiers Through the sky Whitehorse swings the sickle The One with the flaming eyes Until the curse is all but over Heres your pair of dice You can feel it in the air And your heart is filled with terror Crushing boulders Fall from the sky As defiant earth dwellers Curse and cry Whitehorse and His conquerors Fine linen and dresses in white The end of earth, heaven, and skies End of paradise 29 But immediately after the tribulation of Those days THE SUN WILL BE DARKENED, AND THE MOON WILL NOT GIVE ITS LIGHT, AND THE STARS WILL FALL from the sky, and The powers of the heavens will be shaken. You see the end is calling Calling out through the ages Crime scenes of past and present Mysteries of turning pages Into a never ending end
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