Out of the north, blackened sky
Seven trumpets call
For repentance signaling
Plagues and destruction at dawn
Two hundred million horsemen
Attack from beyond
Descend upon those who worship
Demons and false gods

A vision of war is seen
And shatters the promised dream
Storm arises, eclipse the Sun
The march of kings has begun

From the earth hell emerge
Incite the world unto war
On the plain of armageddon
The armies battle on and on
And the bride is married
From the pit the enslaved scream
As birds of prey rip at their flesh
At the wedding feast

The coming of Christ we pray
To end this misery and pain

The angels, ascend, rejoicing
And enter the kingdom of kings