Apokalypse II

Tornado in the soul The circle comes around Is there nowhere we can go The demons have all been bound Tornado in their minds As these idols get pulled down To loosen sinners binds Mercy the Lord's renown Tornado in the hearts Of all these men you've made The Devil's progress in their arts In exchange for fruitless graves Tornado in the word Venom in the blood A sword brought by narrow path From old root a sprouted bud And I'm praying for mercy again With eyes that see Their evil ways A man's been made to stand Accused and stranded Stranded To be pinned upon a cross And be forsaken And abandoned By this Necropolis Then I saw a new heaven And a new earth The old heaven The old earth had vanished And there was no more sea And I, John, saw in my vision That holy city which is The new Jerusalem Being sent down by God from heaven All clothed in readiness Like a bride who has adorned herself To meet her husband I heard, too, a voice which cried Aloud from the throne Here is God's tabernacle Pitched among men He will dwell with them And they will be his own people And he will be among them Their own God. He will wipe away every tear From their eyes And there will be no more death Or mourning, or cries of distress No more sorrow Those old things have passed away And he who sat on the throne said Behold, I make all things new