fooock.. August burns red - Seventh Trumpet

I can no longer tell the days from the nights
The moon glows an eerie red and I could swear it was covered in blood
Something big is going to happen
something so big it could forever change the world
What have you all done?
What have you all become?
A people more concerned with the temporary pleasures of this world
rather than your salvation?
I am now convinced that this is the end
As I raise my head towards the heavens
to take one last look at the moon

the stars begin to fall