The trolley comes and goes, millions everyday off to our self-made destiny, Hells pit. Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord. Hell greets us in every place, we invite it in. The Lion is on a stroll hungry for prey. The tears, the tears of sadness flow like rivers.
Blood runs through the streets up to the horses' neck.
Prepare the people for battle, the enemy is in the camp. We shall all be Levites, we must all work. Put oil in the lamps, trim the wick, and light the fire. It is the finale battle. Let the watchman direct the soldiers.