A sharp sword comes out of his mouth so he can subdue the nations, then rule them with a rod of iron. He treads the winepress of the raging wrath of God, the Sovereign-Strong.
On his robe and thigh is written, King of kings, Lord of lords.
I saw an Angel standing in the sun, shouting to all flying birds in Middle-Heaven, "Come to the Great Supper of God!
Feast on the flesh of kings and captains and champions, horses and their riders. Eat your fill of them all - free and slave, small and great!"
I saw the Beast and, assembled with him, earth's kings and their armies, ready to make war against the One on the horse and his army.
The Beast was taken, and with him, his puppet, the False Prophet, who used signs to dazzle and deceive those who had taken the mark of the Beast and worshiped his image. They were thrown alive, those two, into Lake Fire and Brimstone.
The rest were killed by the sword of the One on the horse, the sword that comes from his mouth. All the birds held a feast on their flesh.