Medieval - The Seventh Seal lyrics

When the moon turns to blood

The seas boil and rise

Man?s days grow few

And soon all will die

Seven is the number

The Holy Trinity

As the Seventh Seal is broken

So is tranquility

The words have been written

The course has been planned

The apocalyptic Scripture

Sentence of the damned

When the death book is opened

The seven trumpets sound

The Seventh Seal is broken

To Hell man is bound

The plagues will be many

As Death plays his game

A test of will and strength

A game that?s played in vain

For a fortunate few

The game is not in vain

To escape Death?s grasp

To live in other?s pain

At the close of the day

The game?s end is near

With Death?s wicked smile

Your fate is finally clear

The Dance of Death in silhoutte

On a hillside desolate

The figures move and sway

And Death leads the way