Apocalypse

When the moon turns to blood
The sun goes black
When the stars fall down
And the sky rolls up
When the whole world quakes
And all the mountains slide
Then every soul on earth
Will try to run and hide

The day of wrath has come
And whom of you shall stand
The Lamb has broke the seals
The prophecy's fulfilled

He rides a white horse
His clothes are dipped in blood
A sword is in His mouth
The name's upon His thigh
He is the King of Kings
He is the God most high

The day of wrath has come
And whom of you shall stand
The Lamb has broke the seals
The prophecy's fulfilled