Renascent
apocalyptic terror dies irae
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Blow the trumpet in Zion;
sound an alarm on my holy mount.
Let all the earth tremble,
for the day of the Lord is close at hand.
A day of darkness and gloom
A day of clouds and of thick mist
A day of horrors and great tremble
A day of wrath and of punishment
Who can endure
Like the morning dawn spread upon the mountains
so there comes a people numerous and mighty.
A fire devours before them, and behind them a flame burns;
no one has escaped the ravages of the devouring hordes.
A day of darkness and gloom
A day of clouds and of thick mist
A day of horrors and great tremble
A day of wrath and of punishment
Who can endure
The
appearance
of
them
is
as
the
appearance
of
horses