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Sing oh Sion sing, bring your song in tribute to your eternal El, in His glorious kingdom. Look, your enemies lie at your feet, they perished in their fall. With their bones scattered wide, faded white by the sun and elements.
The godless thought they could indeed evade God’s judgment. But through their own foolishness, survival foiled them completely. The survival of an evil world is stopped by the pestilence. In mudslides, their neigborhoods perish under mud sludge.

Therefore sing, oh Sion, sing your song and pay your tribute. Yes, to your eternal Elohim, there in His lovely heaven-kingdom. Your enemy’s countless corpses lie perished at your feet. Yes, with the stench of death hanging wide across continents.

Therefore, turn you back now on the material world booty, oh Sion. While you look with contempt at the treasures of the world kings. The next Judgment has already been firmly decided on. The unprecedented cold will not subside in certain places. And there is nobody that will be able to stop the unmanageable heatwaves.

Sing, oh Sion, sing your song in tribute, dedicated to your only God, in his Holy, Set-apart kingdom. Look, your enemy lie deceased at your feet, they perished in their fall. With their souls moaning, complaining, in the realm of death. The goldless thought they will be able to avoid the Judgment. But they have exploited the holy ones long enough.

Yes, for long enough they have tried to limit and stop the sealed ones in their freedom. Look, death there on the Grey Horse has already reached his next destination. Therefore listen to his song that he is whistling so terrifyingly and recklessly. The notes are: I am coming, I am coming for hell’s booty. In the restless sound of the song, there are more and more rivers in full flood, that nobody will be able to prevent or stop.

Like the throw-away shards of the broken jar. Many-a-town and city lie thrown out as garbage on river-banks. The moneypower of the world lies destroyed in euro, dollar and every dead dime. While the bankers blow their noses sadly, the kings of the earth weep loudly. Sing, therefore, oh Sion, and bring your song in tribute. Yes, to your eternal El, your great King in His eternal Heaven Kingdom.