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On a day like any other
A noise will be heard in the sky
And a voice like many waters calling the faithful
Imagine how beautiful it will be when the awaited day comes
And the face of the king in the heights can contemplate

Suddenly the trumpet begins to sound
And the voice of the Lord calling the saints
And the church gathered for glory begins to fly
Everyone asks: what will it be?
People disappearing everywhere
And amid so much despair
No one knows how to explain

He is the king, such a beautiful king, beloved king
Blessed king
He comes dressed as a king
With his angels he comes
This is the king of kings

He comes to take us
To take us to heaven
And the church will sing with joy