Intro:
Abyssus ruit, terra clamat,
Bestia ex igne oritur.
Flamma mundum totum cremat,
Aetas nostra demolitur.

Verse 1:
Four horses are reaping the soul of the planet,
Their riders are rushing through horror and cries.
Your song has been sung and you never can mend it,
Your angel in silent humility dies.

Both Plague and War will consume every nation,
Then Famine and Death will reap sinners below.
The Earth will expire in bleeding damnation,
In fires of Gehenna you’ll burn in your woe.

Pre-Chorus:
Look up to see!
God will not hear your last prayer of sorrow!
Look up to see!
Skies are ablaze for a lethal tomorrow!

Chorus:
Mercilessly all seven seals have been broken,
Time is run out, you should look for no grace.
Curses and prayers will remain all unspoken,
Only the rains of hot sulfur will blaze.

Babylon fell, your great banner of glory,
Throne of the centuries' fools came to fall.
Sacred pure flame will now finish your story,
Freeing your souls from the flesh and its thrall!

Verse 2:
At end of all times everything turns to crimson.
For all of your deeds you will answer at last.
Your lust and your filth you called love in your prison.
You sold and betrayed Jesus Christ in the past.

The fear of the Lord in your hearts has been broken.
The reapers are coming to take you away.
Seven great trumpets of angels have spoken,
And every single blast brings the Judgment Day.

Chorus:
Mercilessly all seven seals have been broken,
Time is run out, you should look for no grace.
Curses and prayers will remain all unspoken,
Only the rains of hot sulfur will blaze.

Babylon fell, your great banner of glory,
Throne of the centuries' fools came to fall.
Sacred pure flame will now finish your story,
Freeing your souls from the flesh and its thrall!

Breakdown:
No mercy here!
No answers here!
Forgiveness, no!
No hope below!

Pre-Chorus:
Look up to see!
God will not hear your last prayer of sorrow!
Look up to see!
Skies are ablaze for a lethal tomorrow!

Chorus:
Mercilessly all seven seals have been broken,
Time is run out, you should look for no grace.
Curses and prayers will remain all unspoken,
Only the rains of hot sulfur will blaze.

Babylon fell, your great banner of glory,
Throne of the centuries' fools came to fall.
Sacred pure flame will now finish your story,
Freeing your souls from the flesh and its thrall!

Outro:
Abyssus ruit, terra clamat,
Bestia ex igne oritur.
Flamma mundum totum cremat,
Aetas nostra demolitur.