When the sun blackens And the moon turns to blood Paralyzed with terror All will hide from the face of the Lamb With great quakes and plagues of locust The earth will be scorched Writhing in agony, Sores will break out on those who curse his name
When the sun blackens And the moon turns to blood Paralyzed with terror All will hide from the face of the Lamb With great quakes and plagues of locust The earth will be scorched Writhing in agony, Sores will break out on those who curse his name