For the mighty pass on.
For the mighty pass on,
Leaving us behind.
They shall never leave their tombs,
For they pass on.
There shall come one unto the mighty,
Who pass on,
And she shall be clad in the colors of death.
Before her go the mighty,
Who pass on.
In her left hand is a sword of torment,
Scourging the mighty who pass on.
Before her, the mighty pass on
And cross the white river.
Upon her head are seven crowns
And in the seventh crown a star,
The name of which shall be known
At the last days.
For the mighty pass on, and she is coming,
And she will need skin boats.
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Noooooo clue what this one means. You tell me. No, really. Tell me.
