F.O.G Original
I continued looking, until thrones were thrown down,
And the Ancient of Days was seated,
His clothing, like snow white, the hair of His head, like pure wool,
His throne, flames of fire, its wheels, a burning fire.
F.O.G
I continued looking, until thrones were thrown down,
And the Ancient of Days was seated,
His clothing, like snow white, the hair of His head, like pure wool,
His throne, flames of fire, its wheels, a burning fire.