Three & Seven -

Standing with its back turned

Red eyes burn through the sun

Death upon a pale horse

Three and seven join one

Seven chandeliers

Made of martyr tears

Words upon the seal

Soon to be revealed

The Virgin carrying

The child, blackened face

And withered smile

The souls of martyrs

Receive a white gown and

Enter the furnace without a

Sound

The sky retreats, the moon

Shreds blood, the sun joins

The stars in the flood

Now our father has come

Through the break of the dawn

Three and seven join none

Twenty four old men

One for every hour

Seven broken seals

Now have become real