Из альбома: Pelagial
And there was a great earthquake.
And the sun turned black as sackcloth made of hair.
And the moon became like blood.
And the stars of the sky fell to the earth.
As a fig tree casts its unripe figs
When shaken by a mighty wind.
And the sky was split apart
Like a scroll when it is rolled up.
And every mountain and island
Were moved out of their places.
And the kings of the earth and the great men
And the strong and every free man
Hid themselves in the caves.
And they said to the mountains:
"Fall on us, fall down on us
And hide us from...
Fall on us, fall down on us
And hide us from the presence of Him
Who sits on the throne.
And from the wrath of the Lamb.
For the great day of His wrath has come.
Hide us from the presence of Him.
For the great day of His wrath has come
And who shall be able to stand?"