Revelation 6 | (The Seals of Wrath)

🔥Full Revelation Album Releases February 6!🔥 This is the 6th track of a 7-song album titled "Throne and Kingdom: Revelation 1-7," covering the book of Revelation from a partial-preterist postmillential interpretation. The scholarly source material for this project was largely based on Dr. Phillip Kayser's sermon series. You can learn more about his Revelation Project series at the link below. Phillip Kayser's Revelation Project 👉 https://biblicalblueprints.com/lp/dangerous Subscribe on YouTube @ReformedandDangerous ----------------------------------- Follow on Social Media ➡️X: https://x.com/ReformedRap ➡️Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ReformedRap/ ----------------------------------- 🎧Streaming Options🎧 Spotify → https://open.spotify.com/artist/16nzYmnDybx74bijgsoMdC Apple music → https://music.apple.com/us/artist/reformed-and-dangerous/1842713775 Amazon Music → https://music.amazon.com/artists/B0FSWZ9JVJ/reformed-and-dangerous ----------------------------------- Lyrics The Lamb opens the scroll.This isn’t chaos — it’s judgment. Not myths, not symbols. Real rulers. Real deeds. History obeys heaven. The seals break — and the consequences move. [Verse 1] White horse rides — Tiberius at the helm,Crown on his head, order in his realm. Conquest begins subtle, quiet, controlled,Law and diplomacy tighten Rome’s hold. Peace on the surface, ambition underneath,An empire expanding with calculated teeth. Christ permits it — history complies,A proxy of power beneath heaven’s eyes. Then the red horse breaks the calm in two,Caligula rises — terror breaks through. Blood in the streets, the sword unchained,Madness enthroned, restraint slain. Civil violence, cruelty crowned,Power devours its own battleground. The Lamb steps back, lets judgment ride,Truth suppressed — but heaven’s not blind. [Verse 2] Black horse walks — Claudius in command,Scales in his hand, famine on the land. Daily bread weighed, coin by coin,Policies crush where the poor are joined. Markets bend truth, scarcity reigns,Economic judgment in measured pain. Oil and wine untouched — the rich survive,Judgment rides quietly through daily life. Then the pale horse follows — Nero’s face,Death rides open, no hiding place. Hades at heel, pestilence spreads,A quarter falls — the living and dead. Fire and sword against saints who stand,Persecution legalized by imperial hand. Not random loss, not history untied,Death and Hades bend as the Lamb decides. Under the altar, the voices cry, “How long, O Lord — will You pass us by?” Robes of white on faithful slain, Justice delayed — but never in vain. Names remembered, blood not ignored, Time still moves by the will of the Lord. Rest a little while — the answer waits, Judgment ripens at heaven’s gates. [Verse 3] Then the sky fractures — the sun goes black, Moon turns blood-red, no turning back. Mountains quake, foundations scream, Empires shake at what they’ve seen. Kings and generals crawl for cover, Power exposed, no strength to recover. “Hide us!” they cry from the Lamb’s own face, Wrath has arrived — there’s no safe place. The scroll unfolds exactly on time, History judged by a throne divine. When the seals break, illusions die, Every throne weighed, every empire tried. From Tiberius’ crown to Nero’s control, The Lamb alone still holds the scroll. The seals broke — these events aren’t coming, they already happened. God’s kingdom advanced, even through swords and fire. He saw every martyr, counted every tear, Honored those who endured when empires raged. When death rode pale and nations shook, The faithful stood — endurance was their crown. God ruled then, He rules now,His kingdom grows, His justice prevails, And until Christ comes again, We endure, proclaim, and worship.