Ruptured Rapture

I thought I'd done enough

Until I heard the trumpet's horn

And many that surrounded me

Made me turn into oblivion.

They literally passed through the ceilings,

Up to the air,

To the new Mighty Kingdom,

Towards the Great Lord God Almighty.

Then massive brimstones fell,

Destroying everything dear,

Destroying everything near,

Destruction was what we saw and heard.

We see that fire consumed, consumes,

And will consume Earth.

The Man in the White Horse has come,

Bearing the number 666, name of the Serpent,

Holding a bow and arrows.

Great nations fight each other.

An eye for an eye, a bomb for a bomb,

For the Man in the Red Horse has come.

Destroyed, the Earth is.

There are no more good;

There are no more food;

And we've forgotten the word "Pain",

"Heartaches", "Debauchery", "Ecstasy",

"Selfishness", "Greediness", "Love",

"Faith", "Hope", "Dream"...

Only "Hunger", too much of it,

For the Man in the Black Horse has come.

And then there's the Man in the Pale Horse,

And the Horse's whines bleed our ears,

Killing us softly,

Killing us slowly,

One by one, until thousands by thousands.

The Earth is burning its skin.

Pollution has surpassed its limits.

In Earth's a third part where

Smoking is healthier than

Breathing its atmosphere.

The second third part has its water

Poisoned with blood,

Sulfur and decaying body parts.

Who dares to drink it?

In our Land of Birth,

Covered in lethal humid,

We have nothing to eat;

We have nowhere to hide;

We have no one to hold on.

We have no hope;

We have no dream;

We have no more tears to cry out,

Dying is the most satisfying work,

This Age's Seventh Heaven.