Come and dance the last dance, yes dressed in tailored suit and evening gown because the once wide path to a shiny world-future is already blocked. So ring, ring the world-bell and feel, feel the gigantic earthquake. Yes, listen to the song of the great havoc. Bring the sword and the gun stick too because Satan is charging closer, riding on a pitch-black goat.

Look, the ships are not anchored in the dock anymore and the bombers are no longer tied on deck. The Oriental is carrying an enormous grudge and look, they are transporting their prisoners of war, women and children, like animals on the rusted back of a cattle truck.

Come oh worldling, you are invited to the last feast of the great world-chef. Look, with delicious world-snacks you are lured closer, for the last time. So ring, ring the world bell and feel the gigantic earthquake. The shiny matter is already busy fading overnight, perishing and rusting.

The gunshots become wild, with bombs exploding everywhere. Man becomes weary, with feet dragging and scuffing. The atmosphere is either heavy with damp and moisture, or it is dry, with suffocating dust everywhere. The grain is poor, with bran so coarse and the cattle are standing wasted, skinny to the bone.

So come oh churches, come and sing your last lie-praises, because your abomination song is now becoming too much for heaven. So ring, ring the last world-bell and feel the enormous earthquake. Know, oh abomination synods, your congregation members were led around your dark block a few times.

Look, Satan himself is coming, riding on his pitch-black goat and the pope is so stupid, yes completely hardened. How meagre was your charity-piece oh church, and your priests and preachers only came to lie and deceive shamelessly.

So, come and dance your last dance, oh worldling, dressed in tailored suit and evening gown. Your debutants are standing bunched together in Satan’s pen, while the great war is luring your young men closer. So ring, ring the last world-bell and feel the approaching, enormous earthquake. Listen to the song of great chaos and havoc. So, bring the sword as well as the gun-stick closer, quickly.