Fallen Stinger
Grave Glory
Under the sun I burn
Missiles falling snake crawling
Eagles rising Lions roaring
Lamb Is calling bells tolling
Questions coming educate the masses
Truth is a man who died and rose again
Juniper stew with meat of my Masters enemies
Kingdom rising Elect are seeing watchmen watching
Hunter sky burning
Walls smashing
People moving
Many dying
Shadows screaming
Angels crying
So much death such injustice
Lord of Hosts is moving
All can feel it
All can sense it
Times are ending
Jesus is riding on the clouds
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