The Hour of Doom is at hand.
Don’t you hear it?
The beating of the drums?
The Four Horsemen and their galloping horses?
Or the cry of the Angel of Death?
The Seven Seals have been broken.
The Seven Angels come with their bowls of wrath.
The dead have risen again
their graves torn open,
their cadaverous bodies limping forward,
crying for the flesh of the living.
Fire has fallen from the sky.
The sea has turned red.
And the Angel of Death is coming to take your firstborn.
But no lamb’s blood on your doorpost will save you this time.
Do you know why?
Because the Hour of Doom is at hand.