The sky may not fall
But I watch it drop lower and lower
I think about horns
I think of the bull
His flesh rippling on the size of his muscles
Yellow eyed
Fire
the earthquake I can feel
Incoming
The trumpets blow
When I think about horns
I think of Gabriel
How many have set foot inside his vision
Merciful
Fair
The heavens I can feel
Incoming
He has you in his sight
Glaring you down with menace
The bull stomps the ground
The earthquakes
Angrily
Mean
The bull lowers his head
Incoming
When I think about horns
The sound of ten thousand trumpets
As the sky opens up
And light floods in
We've always talked about ascension
And we begin
Salvation

Peace

But only after the war
I think about horns
The sky may not fall
But i watch it get lower