Terror In The Sky - Saint

See the Son glow

Up in the night

God sent holy solders

Through the sky

Whitehorse swings the sickle

The One with the flaming eyes

Until the curse is all but over

Here’s your pair of dice

You can feel it in the air

And your heart is filled with terror

Crushing boulders

Fall from the sky

As defiant earth dwellers

Curse and cry

Whitehorse and His conquerors

Fine linen and dresses in white

The end of earth, heaven, and skies

End of paradise

Matt 24:29−31

29 «But immediately after the tribulation of

Those days THE SUN WILL BE DARKENED

AND THE MOON WILL NOT GIVE ITS LIGHT

AND THE STARS WILL FALL from the sky, and

The powers of the heavens will be shaken

You see the end is calling

Calling out through the ages

Crime scene’s of past and present

Mysteries of turning pages

(Into a never ending end)