In a glass sea mixed with fire
We claim victory over the beast
Harps in hand
Singing in joyful accord
"great and marvelous are your works, lord god almighty
Just and true are your ways, o king of the saints"
But then the temple doors swung open
Seven angels ready for war
With the bowls of wrath in hand, they went on their way
Woe unto humanity in its fallen state
But this smoke will rise until their work is done
The mark of hell won't go unpunished
Let the sores cover their skin
Delegation of the seven plagues
Water into blood
Pain and darkness engulf the earth
Delegation of the seven plagues
Ways prepared for battle
The world destroyed before our very eyes
Delegation of the seven plagues
Will we stand up with god
Or let ourselves be trampled underneath the weight of his glory
My brothers
My sisters
His judgment is absolute
Let us rejoice
It is done
