7 Trompeta
Aída Espínola
7 Trumpet
A mixture of blood with fire
Third part of this world will burn
I want to be distant
I want to be there
When the angel touches the first
A great meteor
Will fall into the sea
For the second time
The trumpet will sound
Killing a third part of the
Population
I don't want to be present
On this occasion
The third time the trumpet
Plays a great star
From the sky will fall destroying
Strong water
Poisoned many
Men will die
The fourth time the Sun will lose
The light
The Moon will not have that
Brightness it possesses
The day will be night
The night will be day
I want to be in glory
With Jesus
He will come soon
Jesus will come soon
I want to be beyond all
I don't belong to this world
I will keep my faith
To not lose my crown
I need to walk in holiness
To see the face of my groom
And worship with excellence
The Almighty
And when for the fifth time
The trumpet sounds
The gates of hell will open
Evil will be unleashed
To torment those who
Were not faithful to Jehovah
Men will want
To surrender to death
But certainly from them
It will flee
Desperately they will cry out
Forgiveness and here on
Earth they will suffer
And when for the sixth time the trumpet
Plays two hundred million
Angels of hell will come
With them knights of
Destruction killing a third
Part of the population