It's in Revelations 1 to 22   Scorpions and hydra breathing fire at you   So mark your foreheads      Seven golden lampstands to light the fury from the sky   I will kill your children   I know your works and labor   They can't save ya      Throats are parched with smoke from golden censers   Rivers run with blood, wormwood to quench ya   From being and nothingness      Second woe is past   Look out! Look out!   Third one's coming up   Seal up the righteous and screw the wicked over   It's all over      It's a plague of locusts   Hallelujah!   It's raining frogs   It's a boulder hailstorm   It's the wrath of Goddamn      The names are in the Book, not yours   Four horsemen ride the range   Hark! The herald angels' carnage   Pestilence and bloodshed wash away all your mistakes   Before they cast your wretched flesh into the Fiery Lake   And it's coming      And it's a plague of locusts   It's a plague of locusts   It's a plague of locusts   It's the wrath of...