things that will not obtain The righteousness of God, imputed by His name THere will be nowhere to run, nowhere to hide At the great White Throne So
[G. Rodgers / R. Martinez] Mid, post, pre-tribulation that will not matter here Pre, post or a-millenal, the stand will fall to tears To cause division
Превод: Vengeance Rising. Бял престол.
And an angel descended to roll back the stone To serve almighty Jesus who sits now on the throne His countenance like lightning, His clothing white
of black and white, clean divisions of the human race. Now I go to fight for my land the only thing I've ever known. It burns, inside, these thoughts of vengeance
intellect White eyes grasp white fires and the black shadow of death Reborn through frenzied tasks to sacrifice the hung words of Judas Upon a throne
black and white, clean divisions of the human race. Now I go to fight for my land, the only thing I've ever known. It burns, inside, these thoughts of vengeance
