Matthew(i)
14 And the warryers whiche were in heauen, folowed hym vpon whyte horsses, clothed with whyte & pure raynes:
15 & out of hys mouthe went out a sharpe swearde, that with it he should smyte the heathen. And he shal rule them wyth a rod of Iron, & he trode the wine fat of the fiercenes & wrath of almightye God.
16 And hath on hys vesture & on hys thighe a name wrytten: king of kinges, & Lord of Lordes,
17 And I sawe an angel stand in the sunne & he cryed wyth a loud voyce, saiyng to al the foules that flye by the myndes of heauen come & gather youre selues together vnto the supper of the great God,
18 that ye may eate the flesh of kinges, & of hye captaynes, & the fleshe of myghty men, and the flesh of horsses, & of them that sit on them, & the flesh of all free men & bonde men, & of small & great.