Old prophets have seen Death run like lightning They are chariots of fire The sun no longer blinds the air, it is not pure the blood, the eyes are blinded
Trumpets of death sound
Deformed signs! They draw the earth
Demons approach with tongues of fire
Leaving the inert in their wake
The chariots rise! of gold and sulfur Old prophets have seen Death run like lightning Other creatures walk They are furious burning gods Birds of hell fly They scream blasphemies of thunder
They are chariots of fire
Old prophets have seen
Death run like lightning
For where life stood
Death has made its nest
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