Written by peter green.





Seven stars are in his hand

And he walks among seven lampstands

Holds a book with seven seals

At his throne where the angels kneal



Seven stars

Light seven lamps

Seven seals opened by the lamb

Seven horns

And seven eyes

Seven spirits from the skies



He is coming with the clouds

And every eye will surely see he

All the tribes of the earth will mourn

Even so the ones who pierced him



Seven horns the angels sound

Hail and fire at earth were thrown

Seven torches burning bright

Dry the rivers and darken the night



Thunder spoke in seven peals

There shall be delay no longer

Soon the mystery is revealed

By him who lives for ever



Solo



He is coming with the clouds

And every eye will surely see he

All the tribes of the earth will mourn

Even so the ones who pierced him








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