When the clouds shall rain blood,
and when skulls and bones,
shall grow from the thick mud,
The air filled with shrieks and moans.
When the stars shall fade
The moon shall turn brown,
When the sky shall lose its shade,
The earth, shall in that hour frown.
Water shall dry,
and lakes exist of tears,
When the trees shall cry,
with sweat the Earth shall be smeared.
When the sun,
shall darkness echo,
Then the wind shan’t run,
and rivers shan’t flow.
In the time of doom clouds shall make way
and shine forth shall the light.
Hearken these words which I now say,
In that hour shall end the plight.
The Stars will burn bright,
The sun will glow again,
The world shall roar in all its might,
And nectar from the sky will rain.
As lightning strikes on land,
So shall descend the glory,
He shall consecrate the barren sand,
so goes the story.