Abrekadaver - The Final Hour lyrics

You are preparing yourself for the great day You have read it day after day waiting for the trumpet Every leaf that you advance you scared again The dreams of saint john are dreams still The sand of the clock is scant above His scanty grains increase your agony Victim and victimizer to begun to trace One can feel the smell of d**h A strong roar from the sky The four horsemen fall down like ravens Sinner know they will die The chaste and pure also for his lies [Guitar Solo] They are planes, throws his bombs They are no gods, demons or angels Neither beings of the catacombs Meat and bone crying out revenge