He

He treads the winepress 

 

His wrath is assured 

 

Out of His mouth 

 

Goes a two-edged sword 

 

He rides a white horse 

 

His robe dipped in blood 

 

KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS.

 

Yes, He will come.

 

His eyes a flame of fire 

 

On His head are many crowns 

 

He judges and makes war

 

Can you hear the sound?

 

In righteousness He came

 

No one knew,  except himself,

 

What was His real name.

 

To the birds of heaven He cried

 

"Come gather for the feast."

 

Eat the flesh of kings and captains 

 

All people

 

Slave and free.

 

 

 

 

Then the beast was captured 

 

The false prophet too

 

Who deceived those

 

And took his mark

 

And never worshipped You.

 

Yes, this is the fate

 

His sword will slay, it's true.

 

And all the birds

 

Were filled with flesh

 

All prophesy come true.