Songtext von Bowls Of Wrath

A voice from the temple shouts Pour the seven bowls Earth dwellers with the beastly mark Pick at malignant, loathsome sores And like a dead mans blood To rivers and to springs Blood of Satins prophets yeah A righteous judgment from the King Yes O'God Almighty Righteousness your judgment brings Tread the winepress of your wrath Your are the King of Kings Swing the sickle reap the earth Let judgment ring To the horses noise blood flows A payment of iniquity Scorching men with fire They gnaw their tongue and blaspheme End of an evil age its conqueror The King of King's Yes O'God Almighty Judgment time done justly Spread your wrath abundantly upon the earth and sea Yes O'God Almighty Righteousness your judgment brings Tread the wrath of your winepress For all the world to see