The whole world gasps as it sees the mess:
The briefcase is opened, the button is pressed.
In the blink of an eye, the Earth will be aflame.
We will all go together, we will all go the same.
𐬀𐬴𐬆𐬨 𐬬𐬊𐬵𐬏 𐬬𐬀𐬵𐬌𐬱𐬙𐬆𐬨 𐬀𐬯𐬙𐬍,
but righteousness is lacking, and the nasty
and the false have their flags all unfurled.
Ahriman is cackling as fear grips the world.
Ahriman is cackling as fear grips the world.

Let the waters of life dry up and commence
the dissolution of all human pretence.
Mothers cry out as their children die
from napalm and bombs falling out of the sky.
The Antichrist seals a pact with each nation
and declares the entire world his station.
It's the beginning of the end for the human race:
ܛܲܢܦܘܼܬܵ‌ܐ ܕܚܵܪܵܒܵܐ is in the holy place.
ܛܲܢܦܘܼܬܵ‌ܐ ܕܚܵܪܵܒܵܐ is in the holy place.

And I have retreated to my little house.
The telly blares as the newscasters announce
a financial collapse and declarations of war.
I lean back in my chair; I'm feeling sore.
As images of death play across the screen,
I drink a little wine from my old canteen.
And I pray a Collect for the hope of the world,
yet the banner of Death has been unfurled.
Yet the banner of Death has been unfurled.

If only I had never even been born,
I would never have been abused and torn
apart by trauma and by insanity.
I would never have wept for my humanity.
I would never have mourned my dead and gone,
I would never have stood before Babylon.
I would never have comforted my ailing friends.
I would never have had to make amends.
I would never have had to make amends.

As I ruminate alone, all weak and weary,
the atmosphere turns from sad to eerie.
A voice I hear—it cries from the desert,
the voice of a prophet of joy and hurt.
'Prepare ye the way of the Lord,' he calls.
As I jump from my chair, I nearly fall,
but I rush upstairs and I look outside,
and I see the glory of God worldwide.
And I see the glory of God worldwide.

I see Him coming from atop my little spire;
He descends triumphant in wind and fire
from clouds parting like the Sea of Reeds.
He brings with Him a bag of seeds
and sows them across all the lands of the Earth,
making it new. It is the world's rebirth!
הַעוֹלָם הַזֶּ֗ה has passed; הַעוֹלָם הַבָּא has arrived!
Heaven and Earth have merged alive!
Heaven and Earth have merged alive!

Climbing out and then breaking Hell's jaws!
Committing crimes against the accepted laws!
Stealing and giving out all ill-gotten wealth!
Spitting in the face even of the Devil himself!
Ripping apart the very veil of night!
As the dawn approaches and we start to see the light,
a voice calls out like lightning and thunder:
'The idols have been cast down and rent asunder!
The idols have been cast down and rent asunder!'