I hear two voices speak and the first one calls:   Love is now hard, cruel and rude, with hate so soft and smooth.  The moon is red like blood and the sun is zoot, while the kingdom of the ant crumbles under soldiers boot.  Bitter is the fruit of truth, but sweet the lie of the poison root.  So, listen to global guns – how loud they shoot, while all around the world now the nations loot.  Yes, love is now bitter, hard and rude, with hate so tender, soft and smooth.

So I hear the second voice that calls: Yes behold, the moon becomes blood and the sun as black as soot, so who could know and who could suspect, that hate and love would greet each other with a lovers-kiss. This while the entire humanity must pay for the sins of kings, governments and bankers. So, woe to the day, yes the day of the big global funeral procession.