On the Plains of Megiddo


As the sun turns blood red in a dark empty sky,
On the plains of Megiddo 4 horsemen ride by,
Of biblical proportions, much blood to be spilled,
Revelations played out and prophecies fulfilled,
Then along the horizon Gods angels I seen,
As mankind wished that somehow the slate they could clean,
But the earth's being flooded by the tears angels cried,
As the dead and the living they stand side by side,
As both the good and the evil they fight for their worth,
As the mother of all battles begins on the earth,
And the falsest of prophets does rise drom the east,
And he carries 3 sixes the mark of the beast,
As to deal with the carnage all mankind does try,
On the plains of Megiddo 4 horsemen ride by,
So the battlefield's set and the war will be waged,
The season finale of life to be staged,
All the major contenders are playing their part 0,
Armageddon looms closer, the fight's set to start,
As the ocean runs red with the blood of the slain,
And brother slays brother like Able and Cain,
Then as fire and brimstone rains down from the sky,
On the plains of Megiddo 4 horsemen ride by.

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