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Jhazmyne's Lullabye (7 Angels 7 Plagues) · Lullabye in Rhythm (Sandi Shoemake) · Brahms Lullabye (Clark Terry) · Spider's Lullabye [LP] (King Diamond) · The Spider's Lullabye (King Diamond) · The Spider's Lullabye (King Diamond) · The Spider's Lullabye (King Diamond) · Bringer of Plagues (Divine Heresy) · Plagues of Babylon [Limited Deluxe] (Iced Earth) · Bringer of Plagues (Divine Heresy) – and 90 other albums »


On and on
Sunset covers everything in silence
Can't you see that all the
Seven angels raise their trumpets
And blare out in the night

Tears for the misery
as wool, his eyes like burning flame
He is the first and last, he brings the seven plagues
Seven stars of seven cities in his hand
He holds the keys of death
of the seven angels
Seven emcee's get strangled by the seven holiest triangles
Eye of magnum, plexy glass beams that see through
Sons of Evil, like Ronnie
The pale horse is given the force
Die by the sword, sickness and plagues

Souls that are in slain
Testimony maintained
The sun a black snake
And Sealed With Seven Seals
I Heard A Mighty Angel Proclaiming In A Loud Voice
"Who Is Worthy To Break The Seals And Open The Scroll?"
But No One In Heaven
that.
Cloudy skies, and blood-filled moons, worldwide plagues, and raging tides.
Seven signs, To the end of time, this is all lies, I hold the only key.
[Chorus]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
1 by 1 and 2 by 2
I have ammo what about you [x2]

[Verse 1]
Grandma told me the good
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
One by one and two by two
I have ammo what about you 

Grandma told
an angel take my body
Before the doctors have a chance to do an autopsy
Buryin me near bob marley, or even haley salassie
Surround me by his israeli posse
Leach
Richer than a Twinkie, I got so much cash
That to me Paris Hilton is poor white trash
I take forty-seven weeks of vacation a year
If people piss me
Forces with chariots armed
Dark horses
God will make God ????? and face loses
Seven months to bury the dead
The lord said
Make a feast for the birds
a mandolin
Scrambling these words together, no one fucks with fancy pants
I'm vain as fuck, can't walk by a mirror without a handsome glance!

I’m a sick
Forces with chariots armed
Dark horses
God will make God ????? and face loses
Seven months to bury the dead
The lord said
Make a feast for the birds
now been burried in burns land
With the Arch Angel, Seventh the Land
And a voice from the temple ordered to form the ground
Sand, the Hell, twight
mutilated like cannibal over serpent rattles
I'm seeing shadows and bodies swingin' from gallows
As I'm sitting in a circle surrounded by seven candles
My
young... 
Another frozen future has passed. 
Another breed, another cast. 
The rivers will run, brought to life by the sun, the circle is 
still