Now the sky opens up before my eyes
On the bolts of fire cast upon the earth
Out, out of the void the riders come
In the distance hear the seventh horn still sound
Out of the void, see the riders emerge
Feel the fire, as it's cast upon the world
No ripples upon the sea of glass
As I wait the final scaring of my soul
When I know the secret of the seven seals More from Nocturnal Rites