"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!