A dying World
A dying world
God's throneroom glistens
The sins of men
Who never listened
A sadness deepens
A wound bleeds red
On the broken ground
Of a world soon dead
The Lord of hosts
His angel army
They destroy this world
But never harm me
My sins are purged
With healing fire
The Sword of Michael
Cuts through the liar
He's cast to Hell
He and his fear
That poisoned my world
Until the final year
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