The sixth trumpet sounds from the horns of the golden altar. Four bound angels rise beside the ancient Euphrates. The appointed hour releases them to kill a third of humankind. Two hundred million riders gather like a continent of war. The Four Angels at Euphrates The abyss is opened, but heaven has not yielded. The darkness rages only for its measured hour. The Lamb remains sovereign over every terror. Fire, smoke, and brimstone pour from lion-headed horses. Serpent tails strike behind while the mounted host goes forward. No demon wears an everlasting crown. The key, the chain, and final sentence rest with heaven. Yet the survivors keep their idols, violence, sorcery, and theft. Judgment passes through the world, but hardened hearts refuse to turn. The Four Angels at Euphrates The abyss is opened, but heaven has not yielded. The darkness rages only for its measured hour. The Lamb remains sovereign over every terror. The Four Angels at Euphrates