On their chests they wore armour made of iron. Their wings roared like an army of horse-drawn chariots rushing into battle.
Stirred by the distant smells and sounds of war, they snort in reply to the trumpet.
The bones in its legs are like bronze or iron.
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 abandon their own children.
In my vision their riders wore fiery red, dark blue, and yellow armour on their chests. The heads of the horses looked like lions, with fire and smoke and sulphur coming out of their mouths.