“For a spirit, evil, this way comes 

Lament and howl, for this spirit from the North 

As a lion coming up from it's lair 

It will destroy you!” 

He will throw you down, your blood splatters 

You'll be trampled underfoot, your body mangled 

You'll become as refuse on the ground 

When they go to bury you, nothing will be found 

For dogs will tear and eat your rotting flesh 

Your bones will be crushed and turned to dust 

But this is just a taste of your fate 

In this, you can trust 

Your mothers and your daughters will be ravaged 

Your pregnant wife, ripped open, torn apart 

Your infant children will be crushed before your eyes 

Wild beasts will steal your sons, they will devour 

He will make your laughter turn to sorrow 

He will turn your joy to agony 

All that you have gained will burn in fire 

He is on His way 

Open your ears, listen well 

When you're destroyed, you will feel Hell 

It will be better for Gomorrah 

Than for you on that Day! 

He'll smear the offal from your feasts on your face 

Your sacred places will be filled with human waste 

Your desolation, so cruel and complete 

The flesh of your children you'll hoard and eat! 

Open your ears, listen well 

When you're destroyed, will feel Hell 

Rise then, bathe in Blood of The Way 

Then you'll be spared this fate!