I see the heavens open
and a white horse;
he who rides it wears a cloak
soaked in blood, soaked in blood.
His eyes,
flames of fire:
in his mouth there is a sword,
to strike, to strike.
What is his Name?
What is his Name?
His Name is,
his Name is
'Word of God.'
I see a beast
and a prophet,
gather together,
for a battle, for a battle
against him
who rides the horse
and wears a cloak
soaked in blood, soaked in blood.
He alone treads the winepress
of the furious wrath of God.
He alone treads the winepress,
of the furious wrath of God.
Behold, the beast is captured,
and with it his prophet,
by him who rides the horse
and wears a cloak soaked in blood.
Alleluia, alleluia,
alleluia, alleluia,
alleluia, alleluia,
Alleluia!
What is his Name?…

Who is this who comes from Edom?
Who is this
who advances, his garments dyed in red,
magnificent in his apparel,
he walks full of strength?
It is I, it is I, who speak with justice:
it is I, a great liberator.
And why,
why are your garments red?
And why are they
as if you had trodden the winepress?
Why, why?
In the winepress, in the winepress,
I have trodden alone;
of my people, no one was with me.
I looked, I looked, there was no one to help me,
I was appalled: there was no one to sustain me.
Then, my own arm saved me,
my strength, my strength sustained me:
the day of vengeance had arrived.
I trod, I trod upon the peoples,
and made the earth run with their blood,
all my garments were stained.
Who is this who comes from Edom?
Who is this
who advances, his garments dyed in red,
magnificent in his apparel,
he walks full of strength?