The sky is gone
Not even a breeze blows through the grass
The houses kneel
The men are doing the same
The trees cling more tightly
To the earth than before
The silence weighs like lead
All around
One can see four riders hunting
The Earth swells and quakes
A storm is coming!
Lord, have mercy!
A rain as if of iron
Tears to shreads the cloth of night
It already splinters the trees
Like bones in battle
Then the sixth seal breaks
A star falls into the sea
The water becomes bitter
The sun - black as tar
One can see four riders hunting
The Earth swells and quakes
A storm is coming!
Lord, have mercy!