Occultation - 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