--  Apokalypsis  --


LYRICS, 1 language


EN - English


Form: I A v B v T F F


Music: 1998 Ion Mittler


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EN (English)                                      1998 Ion Mittler

            --  Apokalypsis  --

INTRO       Blessed are the poor in spirit,
            for theirs is the coming kingdom.
            Blessed those who now mourn a bit,
            their soul will receive its freedom.

            Blessed the meek
            who humbly seek
            peace upon our restless earth.

AD LIB      [Hey, don't steal it! Help, a thief!]
            [Don't lie to me! I know where you were last night!]
            [Don't hit me! Please don't hit me!]

VERSE 1     Light
            shines in the darkest night,
            might
            of darkness can't hide it from sight,
            as long as lampstand still stands straight,
            though it's late.

            And the storms
            from corners of the earth have come,
            norms
            of the right and wrong go numb.
            How long 'til salt will be thrown out
            from the house of the Ruler of Eternity?
            Blessed He.

BRIDGE      Oh no,
            can't be so...
            See, everywhere sorrow.
            See, every where you go
            man has become man's most cruel foe!

            Oh no,
            hurts me so...
            See how the rivers flow,
            see how these fields now grow,
            nations will be reaping what they sow
            on earth.

VERSE 2     Fright
            fills your heart all night,
            fight
            for your loved ones and hold them tight,
            now that the darkness holds power
            on our streets.

            It defeats
            hopes of a decent childlike life,
            cheats
            everyone who trusts its craftiest lies.
            How long 'til these must be thrown out
            from before righteous Ruler of Eternity?
            Blessed He.

TRANSITION  (instrumental)

FINALE 1    All glory to You,
            majestic King who
            will make all things new.
            All honor to You.
            All power, might too
            for Saviour is due.
            He's faithful and true.
            You make all things new.
            You all things foreknew.

FINALE 2    (same as finale 1)

            Majestic King who
            is faithful and true.
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EN (English):     (C) 1998 Ion Mittler