In Strict Confidence

Floating hair
Eclipses the air
Resounding voices
Moves the skies
Their rising bodies
Flood the land
The trump of doom
Fortells the end
Breathless flight
The turn of tide
The burning stars
Inflame the night
And glowing rain
From frozen skies
The prophets bleed
And Jesus cries
Kingdoms fall
When they embrace the night
And oceans burn
Where they begin to fight
Storms bow down
Before their gracious sight
They take your dreams
Behind their closing eyes
Seasons are changing
When they leave
And dew is falling
When they grieve
The damned raise
When they appear
And fallen sinners
Die from fear