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.