A glassy sea mingled with fire, the blood pours out while the scavengers eat and filled their bellies with flesh. The plagues and war and death and famine all around us. The horses ride out in midday with no regard. Though the cries of many are heard from the valley, our trouble intensified. The song of Moses, we sing at the mountains, we remember the wilderness, the days of old, when the cries of our forefathers that were heard by our God. The song of the Lamb, we sang at the valley and cried out for our Messiah who is coming in the clouds with His Holy Angels . They have killed off many and the world all praise him who was given the power over all nations to make war with saints. As the prosecution intensified, by a beast with horns, those not sealed were martyred, their headless bodies parade in streets, yet we sealed children are in safe arms, though driven from our homes and fleeing to the mountains, we still sang the words of our God. As we came through the fire, we sing a song, a song in our heart, the song of Moses made us bold, for we know that You Jehovah is a man of war.
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