The whorehouse finally trembles in fear of coming days The prophets failed a thousand times but now they shall prevail Thorns of mortal mania had left horrendous wounds Prosperity is no more extinction is unbound A ravished world surrenders avoided by the stars On rotten soil old battlefields the lightless sky above Benighted by envesomed winds remains of many wars The last of them will end it all bring peace forevermore Dark is the vision late is the call A season ascends when the rain does not fall Brooks and ponds dried up by the suns Pollution and strife in foreseeable days that will come Rivers and lakes has ceased to be Evaporated is the life-giving sea Leftovers of life all slain by men's guns Choked by the air of the venomous days that will come Kill! From far beyond this withered earth beneath the stars a ray appears On golden wings a gleaming dawn approaching like a firestorm To end the suicidal race a final cleansing stellar blaze From distant shores beyond the waves where it was born in foreign days Dark is the vision late is the call Knowingly facing the final fall Biblical floods, droughts and storms Envy and woe and the upcoming ultimate war Ignorance reigns the fools will obey Prayers unheard fade useless away End time is near cataclysm will come Fear and embrace the birth of the seven new suns