(Heavenly trumpets sound, followed by a resonant, multi-layered choral harmony that vibrates through the soul.)
Verse 1
From glass-like seas where seraphs stand,
A cry descends upon the land.
The Lamb who bled now holds the rod,
To execute the wrath of God.
Turn back, O earth, from paths of night,
Before the sun withdraws its light.
Chorus
Woe to the deaf who will not hear,
The King of Glory draweth near!
Repent, bow down, submit your will,
Or taste the fire on Zion's hill.
No hiding place, no stone, no cave,
Can shield you from the truth He gave.
Verse 2
You speak in lies, you steal by stealth,
And worship shrines of hoarded wealth.
In secret beds, the fires of lust,
Turn holy vows to ash and dust.
Deceit and malice fill your tongue,
While songs of arrogance are sung.
Verse 3
Rebellious hearts who mock the law,
And hold your parents in no awe,
Who scorn the rulers God ordained,
By deep debauchery sustained.
With hatred burning in your eyes,
You trade the truth for clever lies.
Verse 4
The modern thief who weaves the snare,
Of internet frauds and dark despair.
The Yahoo schemes, the blood-stained plus,
That trade a soul for earthly dust.
Embezzlers hiding stolen gold,
Your stolen wealth is rotting cold.
Chorus
Woe to the deaf who will not hear,
The King of Glory draweth near!
Repent, bow down, submit your will,
Or taste the fire on Zion's hill.
No hiding place, no stone, no cave,
Can shield you from the truth He gave.
Bridge
The plains of Megiddo await,
The final crushing of your state.
At Armageddon, blood will flow,
When heaven strikes the world below.
The Holy One of Israel reigns,
To break the proud and bind in chains.
Outro
The dispensation draws to close,
The line is drawn for friends and foes.
Become His true disciple now,
Or force a knee too late to bow.
The King of Kings.
The Lord of Lords.
His final word is two-edged swords.