The angel sounds his trumpet A star falls from the sky With key in hand to open And smoke it fills the sky From the cloud things appear To torment man to make them fear Oh the evil Seeking d**h but can not die Here the trumpet blast the sound On and on No relief to be found On and on The things were like a scorpion
With accuracy they strike And cries of pain would rumble Through out the hellish night And the woe with all it brings Commanded by their evil king Oh Apollyon The king of d**h the king of night The things were like the horses Prepared for battles end To torment all of mankind The fruit of all their sin