In the throne room lights flash, rainbows surround,
Twenty-four elders sittin’ down all around.
Golden crowns on their heads, feelin’ supreme,
Throw ’em at the feet like, “Yo, it’s a dream!”
“You’re holy, Almighty, don’t forget we adore,
Created everything, let’s hear that encore!”
Praise the King, let the good times soar!
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