Видео с ютуба Kromaticlysm
He Also Having a Sharp Sickle
I Saw Under the Altar the Souls of Them That Were Slain
Thrust in Thy Sickle
The Great Winepress of the Wrath of God
Enter in Through the Gates into the City
Shall Be Found No More at All
Clothed with a Garment Down to the Foot
A Woman Clothed with the Sun, And the Moon Under Her Feet
To Him That Sat on the Cloud
The Time Is Come for Thee to Reap
There Was Found No Place for Them
Clothed with White Robes