plague of locusts

it's in revelations one to twenty-two;

scorpions and hydra breathing fire at you

so mark your foreheads

seven golden lamp stands to light the fury from the sky

yeah

i will kill your children

i know your works and labour

they cant save you. throats are parched with smoke from golden censer

rivers run with blood

wormwood to quench you from being to nothingness

second woe is past look out! look out! third ones coming up

yeah

seal up the righteous and screw the wicked over

its all over. its a plague of locusts!

hallelujah! its raining frogs!

its a boulder hailstorm! hahaha!

its the wrath of

god damn. the names are in the book not yours

four horsemen ride the range

hark! the herald angels carnage

p-p-p-p-pestilence and bloodshed

wash away all your mistakes

before they cast your wretched flesh

into the fiery lake and its coming!

and its a plague of locusts!

its a plague of locusts!

its a plague of locusts!

its the wrath of!