Bowls of Wrath Lyrics

A voice from the temple shouts
Pour the seven bowls
Earth dwellers with the beastly mark
Pick at malignant, loathsome sores
And like a dead mans blood
To rivers and to springs
Blood of Satins prophets yeah
A righteous judgment from the King
Yes O’God Almighty
Righteousness your judgment brings
Tread the winepress of your wrath
Your are the King of Kings
Swing the sickle reap the earth
Let judgment ring
To the horses noise blood flows
A payment of iniquity
Scorching men with fire
They gnaw their tongue and blaspheme
End of an evil age its conqueror
The King of King’s
Yes O’God Almighty
Judgment time done justly
Spread your wrath abundantly upon the earth and sea
Yes O’God Almighty
Righteousness your judgment brings
Tread the wrath of your winepress
For all the world to see