I saw a book in the right hand,
Of the one who sits on the throne;
And He had written His command,
As though it had been carved in stone.
Writing was both inside and out,
And it was sealed with seven seals;
So I did not have any doubt,
Possibly each of them reveals.
An angel with a mighty look,
Calling out for each one to hear;
Who deserves to open the book,
Breaking the seals that it adheres.
None in Heaven or on the earth,
Nor those as buried in the ground;
To fulfill a task of such worth,
And I cried since no one was found.
But there is no real mystery,
For the Lion root of David;
Has won and claiming victory,
Over Satan and the wicked.
Then the lamb stood in the center,
Near the throne with four live creatures;
But He looks slaughtered as to enter,
Piercings and scars in His features.
He had seven horns and seven eyes,
Which are seven spirits on the earth;
God had sent to visualize,
Within this planet since its birth.
The Lamb then had taken the book,
From the one who sat on the throne;
The leaders bowed after He took,
And everyone did condone.
