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When the sun blackens
And the moon turns to blood
Paralyzed with terror
All will hide from the face of the Lamb
With great quakes and plagues of locust
The earth will be scorched
Writhing in agony,
Sores will break out on those who curse his name
When the sun blackens   And the moon turns to blood   Paralyzed with terror   All will hide from the face of the Lamb   With great quakes and plagues of locust   The earth will be scorched   Writhing in agony,   Sores will break out on those who curse his name