The Day is fast approaching, the Day of Doom and Dread
Don't say you weren't warned, when it brakes upon your head
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It's called the Tribulation, Seven Years of pain
Seven years of Judgment, the sentence Death and Bane
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After you are dead, your soul will burn in Hell
The bell is soon to ring, can you hear its doling knell?
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As in the days of Noah, so it is today
Not to worry not to fret, go your merry way
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Go your merry way, until the First Seal breaks
Then for Seven Years, only Death and Pain and Aches
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Seven Seals, Seven Trumpets, Seven Vials of HATE
You will see them all, for you it's too **** late