And when the lamb opened the seventh seal    There was in heaven a silence    Seven angels, seven trumpets    Preparing to sound    God has sent his punishment over us    We shall all perish in the blackest death    Know,    That this can be your final hour    Death stands behind you    I can see the crown of his head gleam in the sun    His scythe    Flashes when he raises it behind your heads    Who among you will he strike first?    Hail and fire    Mingled with blood    The greatest of stars is about to fall    Before evening, will your mouth    Be distorted into a last    Unfinished yawn?    Like open-mouthed cattle    Blooming with appetite and lust for life    Have you got a year or an hour left    To pollute the earth with your debris?    Angels descend, graves open    It�s the angel of death passing by