And when the lamb opened the seventh seal
There was in heaven a silence

Seven angels, seven [bad word] Preparing to sound
God has sent his punishment over us
We shall all perish in the blackest death

Know,
That this can be your final hour
Death stands behind you
I can see the crown of his head gleam in the sun

His scythe
Flashes when he raises it behind your heads
Who among you will he strike first?

Hail and fire
Mingled with blood
The greatest of stars is about to fall

Before evening, will your mouth
Be distorted into a last
Unfinished yawn?
Like open-mouthed cattle

Blooming with appetite and lust for life
Have you got a year or an hour left

To pollute the earth with your debris?
Angels descend, graves open
It's the angel of death passing by