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The Age of Sorrows
Gresha Schuilling, Shimron Fernando, whispering HOPE
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The Lamb of God upon the throne
Begins to make His judgment known
The first seal breaks, a horse of white
A veiled conquest in morning's light
He offers peace with a victor's bow
And reaps the seeds the nations sow
Then comes the red, a sword in hand
To bleed the peace from every land
When brotherhood is torn apart
He gives the world its own dark heart
This is the Age of Sorrows
The reaping of the seeds we've sown
A holy wrath on our tomorrows
For a world that wants to stand alone
Don't call it chaos, don't call it chance
It's the Lion's roar, the judgment dance
The sound you hear is the breaking seal
The third seal breaks, a horse of black
With scales of justice turned to lack
A day's wage buys a crust of bread
While the rich are still well-fed
The last horse comes, a pallid green
The most terrifying final scene
The rider's name is Death and dread
And Hell itself follows where he's led
To the sword, the plague, the famished beast
The greatest fall among the least
This is the Age of Sorrows
The reaping of the seeds we've sown
A holy wrath on our tomorrows
For a world that wants to stand alone
Don't call it chaos, don't call it chance
It's the Lion's roar, the judgment dance
The sound you hear is the breaking seal
And who unleashes all this pain?
The very Lamb who once was slain
His wrath is just, the seals His own
The cost of sin on flesh and bone
When you see these riders start
Know it's the breaking of God's heart
And the coming of His righteous sovereign reign
This is the Age of Sorrows
The reaping of the seeds we've sown
A holy wrath on our tomorrows
For a world that wants to stand alone
Don't call it chaos, don't call it chance
It's the Lion's roar, the judgment dance
The sound you hear is the breaking seal
The fifth seal breaks beneath the throne
The martyrs cry, "How long, O Lord?"
They're robed in white, their voices rise
A holy chorus fills the skies
Told just to wait a little while
Till every saint completes the trial
The sixth seal breaks, the heavens quake
The sun turns black, the blood moon flames
The stars fall down in fire and dread,
And kings cry out, "Fall on us instead."
The sealed of God now stand as one,
One hundred forty-four thousand strong,
The seventh seal has now been broken,
Heaven waits, no word is spoken,
A silence falls, a holy fear,
For half an hour, none draw near,
The Scroll and the Lamb, the end is here
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