The future is near
So is the end of times
That's the prophets words
That with his wisdom descibe the end of mankind
Bombers, storms, plagues and enemies wrath
The insult off predators will be large
Roman pontiff take care at the vatican aproximation
Your blood will run in this place
A fugitive will abandon the polish
False noises, help rumors
And then the chief will abandon himself
And the church will has twins in the command
Dead bodies on the water
Distant and tender water
Waiting to be buried
And then the world will be smaller
The monarchies and potences masters will call for peace
By fire and by the pestilent air
The fruit of the the trees will perish
The sacred priests won't be listened
The people will live without laws and politics
The gods of the church will be persecuted
And divines will hate each other
The mother will be denuded by your own sons
Witch the mouth and the throat witch purulent pustules.
