No sound could be heard across the misty midnight air,

as I held my breath in ghastly fear.

For here they come, as a thief in the night,

to he who would not believe.

Those Angels of God who have one wing dipped in blood,

carrying out Gods will against the Earth, and holding

the keys of hell and death.

The Evil creature saw this and gathered his phantom armies,

with numbers I can not comprehend.

The air was now filled with the odor of blood,

and the sounds of death-spasm screams.

Trembling with fear,.. as tears run down my face,

I tried to move but I was incased,.. with blood.

So I sat there in silent, watching the dead.

All can hear, their trampling feet, running thru

the churned-up earth,… screaming, God has inscribed

your doom.

Thru the smoky, tumult ruins of the hollow earth,

the charred, putrid remains of demons and evil spirits lie

gnawing their tongues in anguish.

Earth has taken its last drink of wine from her

intense immorality.

Then I heard a voice calling from Heaven,

……….. come to me……