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Oh, how cold is the wind across the grey fields. In orchards and vineyards with harvests so meagre. Oh, what did the world achieve, in her mistakes so extremely fatal? Therefore, listen to the sad tune resounding worldwide. There where it echoes in the ruins of the lonely, empty cathedral. Listen to the sea’s roaring, accusing story. See her dying sea-life and coral. Know that man has completely failed her planet.

Oh, how cold is the wind through halls where kings could once entertain so royally. With only Death, in the pestilence it descends in their midst. Look, in the big hunger there is no more oil in the jar, or flour on the scale. Also no sheep or ox left in the big production-kraal.

Famine is standing wide, colossal, across the entire world now, continental. Life-supplies become minimal, with poverty completely optimal. The mourning flag hangs half-mast on its pole, while the masses sneer disdainfully at the deaths of their rulers. The looters go royal, they are not afraid of iron and steel bullets.

Oh, how cold is the wind in an atmosphere radiated with nuclear waste. There where man now has to pay so dearly for her mistakes. Therefore, listen to the big commotion. And know that hell has descended in the East first. In the big famine the never ending hungry Chinese cannibal reigns. From millions, the mortality rate rises to her first billion in total.

Against God and heaven, evil mankind now blasphemes badly. While their abominations just reach more heights. So, how cold is the wind across rubbish heaps decayed into chaos, there where they pay dearly for their mistakes. Oh, how cold is the wind in human hearts where the neighbourly love is failing each other. Just as cold is the wind of Judgment, there where he comes to fetch the masses for Hell and Hades.