Written by: Rauwolfia van Raaij

All the nations are divided
Like the colours black and white,
And their future is decided
Armageddon they will fright.

The battle cries of war you hear
They call for your defeat,
And yet the world still shakes in fear
For Him that they will meet.

Jerusalem the crown of gold
Upon the promised land,
For you as it was long foretold
God will reach out His Hand.

The King of kings, the Lord of lords
Beware His time is near,
Can you not hear the lightning swords
Of Him that they all fear.