Seven Trumpets

And when the lamb opened the seventh seal There was in heaven a silence Seven angels, seven trumpets 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?