Empty Tombs کے بول

Gabriel, his trumpets blows The end of days, the darkness glows The rise of seas, and mountain falls The dead shall rise, judgement to all! There's a hole in the sky There's a quake of the Earth Nowhere to hide Nowhere to run All tombs are empty! All tombs are empty! On that final day, all tombs are empty Angels usher forth the heard Your deeds are about to be heard Tremble in fear of the scale Tipping the scales descend into Hell The restless Dead now leave their beds Insurmountable light of God Pass thy judgement onto all The meek will inherit the lands The rest the fires will fan Empty, empty tombs! Empty, empty tombs!