Lyrics:

It's in Revelations one to twenty-two;
Scorpions and Hydra breathing fire at you
So mark your foreheads
Seven golden lamp stands to light the fury from the sky, yeah
I will kill your children, I know your works and labour
They can't save you

Throats are parched with smoke from golden censer
Rivers run with blood, wormwood to quench you from being to nothingness
Second woe is past look out! look out! third ones coming up, yeah
Seal up the righteous and screw the wicked over, its all over

Its a plague of locusts!
Hallelujah! Its raining frogs!
Its a boulder hailstorm! Hahaha!
Its the wrath of, God damn

The names are in the book not yours
Four horsemen ride the range
Hark! The herald angels carnage
P-p-p-p-pestilence and bloodshed
Wash away all your mistakes
Before they cast your wretched flesh
Into the fiery lake and its coming!

And its a plague of locusts!
Its a plague of locusts!
Its a plague of locusts!
Its the wrath of!