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?

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