Medieval The Seventh Seal
When the moon turns to blood
The seas boil and rise
Man?s days grow few
And soon all will die
Seven is the number
The Holy Trinity
As the Seventh Seal is broken
So is tranquility
The words have been written
The course has been planned
The apocalyptic Scripture
Sentence of the damned
When the death book is opened
The seven trumpets sound
The Seventh Seal is broken
To Hell man is bound
The plagues will be many
As Death plays his game
A test of will and strength
A game that?s played in vain
For a fortunate few
The game is not in vain
To escape Death?s grasp
To live in other?s pain
At the close of the day
The game?s end is near
With Death?s wicked smile
Your fate is finally clear
The Dance of Death in silhoutte
On a hillside desolate
The figures move and sway
And Death leads the way
