On their chests they wore armor made of iron. Their wings roared like an army of horse-drawn chariots rushing into battle.
In my vision their riders wore fiery-red, dark-blue, and yellow armor on their chests. The heads of the horses looked like lions, with fire and smoke and sulfur coming out of their mouths.
The bones in its legs are like bronze or iron.
Stirred by the distant smells and sounds of war, they snort in reply to the trumpet.
The boots of marching warriors and the blood-stained uniforms have been fed to flames and eaten by fire.
When you hear the thunder of horses and chariots, your courage will vanish, and parents will even abandon their own children.