And the seven angles that held the seven trumpets
Prepared to blow them
And they strike the earth at will with every kind of plague
There shall be no more delay, delay, delay
Woe!
Woe!
Woe, to the inhabitants of the earth
The rest of mankind
Who survived these plagues
When the trumpets sounds that the three last angels must now blow
Blow, blow, blow, blow
We give thee thanks, O Lord God
But death will elude them
Now is the time for the dead to be judged
Now is the time for recompense to thy servants the prophets
And to all who honor thy name, both great and small
The time, to destroy those, who destroy the earth
Release the four angels
And there came fire and hail mingled with blood
And this was hurled upon the earth
And the third of the earth was burnt
A third of the trees were burnt
All, the green grass was burnt
