The Seven Trumpets Lyrics

And the seven angles that held the seven trumpets prepared to blow them

And they strike the earth at will with every kind of plague

There shall be no more delay, delay, delay

Woe!

Woe!

Woe, to the inhabitants of the earth

The rest of mankind

Who survived these plagues

When the trumpets sound that the three last angels must now blow

Blow, blow, blow, blow

We give thee thanks, O Lord God

But death will elude them

Now is the time for the dead to be judged

Now is the time for recompense to thy servants the prophets

And to all who honor thy name, both great and small

The time, to destroy those, who destroy the earth

Release the four angels

And there came fire and hail mingled with blood

And this was hurled upon the earth

And the third of the earth was burnt

A third of the trees were burnt

All, the green grass was burnt