On the day when the Spirit of terror will come over Africa and the masses will gather, terrified and insane. On the day when the moon will rise red on the horizon, and she will stand tattered in her orbit, with the hairy sack coming ominously and ragged over her. Know, it is the day when the world will quickly perish under plague, pestilence and cataclysm upon cataclysm.

On the day of the first nuclear bomb, with man shocked, finally now quiet and dumbstruck. On the day in the old-old, so long cherished revenge on Edom, on that day the false peace word, shalom, will perish. On the day when the sun will rise askew between East, North and South, and man, very amazed, want to know, why?

On the day when man will finally see that the Leviathan was disguised as an abomination one-world-order monstrosity all this time. On that day all the end-time-signs will stand edged against the enormous star-ceiling and on that day the godless will know that the word Mercy has excused herself from mankind with a quick pardon.