The Seven Bowls of God's Wrath

[Verse 1] The angels stand, their bowls held high, God's voice commands from up on high, Go and pour, release His might, Upon the earth, this final night. [Pre-Chorus] The sores, the seas, the rivers red, A world in sorrow, filled with dread, The scorching sun, the kingdom dark, No turning back, no place to hark. [Chorus][power chords] Pour out the bowls, the wrath of God, Upon the earth, His judgment falls, The skies will shake, the earth will burn, For all must face the great return. [Verse 2] The kings of earth, they rise in pride, Against the Lord, they cannot hide, The Euphrates dries, the armies march, The final battle leaves its mark. [Pre-Chorus] The flames of wrath, the thunders roll, No escape from judgment's toll, The angels cry, the voices loud, The earth will tremble, shaking proud. [Chorus][power chords] Pour out the bowls, the wrath of God, Upon the earth, His judgment falls, The skies will shake, the earth will burn, For all must face the great return. [Bridge] A final cry, a voice from high, "It is done, the end is nigh!" The mountains fall, the cities burn, For all the world shall now discern. [Chorus][power chords] Pour out the bowls, the wrath of God, Upon the earth, His judgment falls, The skies will shake, the earth will burn, For all must face the great return. [Outro] The wrath of God, the end of days, But still He calls with love and grace, The time is near, the trumpet sounds, The King is coming, glory bound.