War Horns

Trumpets cry warnings from heaven The virgin dressed with the sun With the moon on her feet On her head a garland of twelve stars Being with a child she cries For the birth of a king War horns the sign of the times Break through the silent cries Petrified, I'm facing the rapture Choking on tears, the prophecy fulfills The angels arise announcing the gathering The wages of sin are for all who live to see War horns the sign of the times Break through the silent cries Visions from prophets unveiled All burns in the lake of fire Fire will be raining from the sky The sun will be darkened The moon will not give its light The stars will fall And the powers of heaven are shaken That's when the son of man Will arise in the clouds War horns the sign of the times Break through our silent cries Visions from prophets unveil All burns in the lake of fire