The song’s name is Lament and word is: Courage is low. Faith becomes slow and weak, with few that will pass the end time test. Darkness has challenged the light and truth has faded under attack of the lie.  

Wisdom called out loudly: Oh human, do not lower yourself before Evil, unto eternal death. But still the masses arrived at the abomination-heights of Lucifer. In suicide, liberalism called loudly from The Hague. And look, Caucasian was without resistance, obedient, so brainless, yes so weak and retarded.

The song’s name is Lament and worldwide the faith is very low. The pestilence calls willfully: Look, I am coming again in wave upon wave and this while the locust place begins to arrive wider and wider, globally. So there comes another new pestilence and many perish due to a strange germ and fever in the stomach. So, just listen to the rainforests complaining and lamenting over all their trees just sown down in greed.

The song’s name is Lament and progress is bitterly low. The word is: There is almost nobody left that delights God. So the Rider on the White Horse calls. What to do with man now? The Troubadour dressed in black sings: Let the people and the nations now be completely cold, hungry, sick and naked. The Knave of Spades answers: All of this sounds much to my taste.

He calls: Nobody was prepared or has kept vigil and therefore I come on the back of the abomination, the winged dragon. So let the people and nations now strike everywhere in unrest, riot and terror. So that the one-world-order, under power of martial law, can belch its bitter poison over them. Yes, to make them slaves without a will of their own in this way.