With a sullen, setting Sun, It will come! With the days of Despots done, It will come! With a sullen, setting Sun, With the days of Despots done, With the wrath of God begun, It will come! It will come! With a ruddy, bloody Moon, It will come! With remorseless slaughter soon, It will come! With a ruddy, bloody Moon, With remorseless slaughter soon, With our Tyrants stripped and strewn, It will come! It will come! With a meteoric glare, It will come!