Dragon - Seven bowls of wrath

When he heard the eternal call,
The bloody demon cast a sin – death!
Drank the anger from the bowl,
He felt a metallic taste – blood!

Body in spasmotic shreds, a shiny dawn has come.
The act of his hands – nobody’s been saved.

The Chariots of fire go along,
Apocalypse’s time – death!
Seven bowls and seven plagues,
Deadly ulcer upon bodies – wrath,
He gave his blood to drink.
Fiery sun, scorching heat.
Nobody tried to resist,
To cut down the beast’s head – death!

Body in spasmotic shreds, a shiny dawn has come.
The act of his hands – nobody’s been saved.

Body in spasmotic shreds, a shiny dawn has come.
The act of his hands – nobody’s been saved, saved, saved,
And their lips don’t say a scornful word.
They are heading right to slaughter, slaughter, slaughter.

Death’s breath, people run to the heat,
Lungs full of smoke, backs are struck by storm.

Death’s breath, people run to the heat,
Lungs full of smoke, backs are struck by storm.

Death’s breath, people run to the heat,
Lungs full of smoke, backs are struck by storm.

Furious birds take wing,
Dragon comes from the air – wrath!
Our silent dream
Stopped the voice – death!
The angels raised the sword,
Grasped the beast, cried: away!
The plagues of destruction are over.
Armegeddon changed the world.