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The prophet said beware, the judgement draws near

The time has come to save your soul

The message it is clear

Kingdoms, mountains crumble to the ground

Forgotten cities once lost, now they are found

From the north four horsemen ride

On steeds of many colours

Conquest, power, judgement of all others

Come and see, see the sword, given on to me

The sword of fire, plague and famine

Death on to thee

Reach out with your hand

Touch me if you can

I’m running from the eye of the storm

From the sea the beast shall rise

His chains they are broken

Death to those who bear his mark

For they were not chose

Thunder, lightning strikes him to the ground

Satan lost in a lake of fire, never to be found

Reach out with your hand

Touch me if you can

I’m running from the eye of the storm

The prophet said beware, the judgement draws near

The time has come to save your soul

The message it is clear

Reach out with your hand

Touch me if you can

I’m running from the eye of the storm

Of the storm

I’m running, just got running, keep on running

I’m running from the eye of the storm

Of the storm