The prophet said beware, the judgement draws nearnThe time has come to save your soulnThe message it is clearnKingdoms, mountains crumble to the groundnForgotten cities once lost, now they are foundnnFrom the north four horsemen ridenOn steeds of many coloursnConquest, power, judgement of all othersnCome and see, see the sword, given on to menThe sword of fire, plague and faminenDeath on to theennReach out with your handnTouch me if you cannI’m running from the eye of the stormnnFrom the sea the beast shall risenHis chains they are brokennDeath to those who bear his marknFor they were not chosenThunder, lightning strikes him to the groundnSatan lost in a lake of fie, never to be foundnnReach out with your handnTouch me if you cannI’m running from the eye of the stormnnThe prophet said beware, the judgement draws nearnThe time has come to save your soulnThe message it is clearnReach out with your handnTouch me if you cannI’m running from the eye of the stormnOf the stormnI’m running, just got running, keep on runningnI’m running from the eye of the stormnOf the storm