The world is watching through the clouds,
Where angels spread their wings,
Hoping all the blaring trumpet sounds,
Is all there is that judgment brings.

The baffled prophets stand afraid,
They think they see the end,
When stars shall fall like fiery rain,
And man's ways will never mend.

The saints are singing hymns of praise,
Yet their words fill empty air,
Their music falls into the earth,
With none t'would seem to hear.

The world is watching through the clouds,
But who can know tomorrow,
Or endless ages long passed away,
God knows too well their sorrow.

God is watching through the clouds,
The angels gaze in wonder,
His earth is filled with saddened souls,
While the heavens filled with thunder.