Manhã do Juízo

I dreamt that the morning of judgment broke when the bugle sounded
I dreamt that the nations gathered around the throne at last
A glorious angel descending stood upon the earth and sea
Pointing to the sky, he swore it would not delay any longer
Swore it would not delay any longer

Millions of lost souls cried out in sorrow, sadness, and woe
They shouted to the rocks and mountains. But, oh, it was too late
But, oh, it was too late

The rich appeared, but their gold turned to dust, rust consumed it
The debt with God was too great this time
There were powerful ones present. However, they had no power
The book, the angels found, contained no greatness
Contained no greatness

I saw many widows and orphans, drunkards and evil men
Also those who enriched themselves by selling fatal drinks
Those who sought God had their tears wiped by the angel
But the foolish, wicked, impure, these were condemned
These were condemned