Curse of God

“Night will be replaced by day,

And day will be replaced by night.

No priest will do anything,

In fear of curse of white.

Times of war will come and go,

Victors will fall in shame and dishonor.

Seeds of darkness will,

Wipe out all trees,

Making poisonous fruits,

Everyone’s food for all summer.

Fire will rain from the sky,

Fire will rise from the sea.

Creating a storm of red hot flame,

Which no one will ever see.

Everything will be burned alive,

Therefore nothing will remain for fame.

So oh! Mortal beings!

So oh! Sons of bean!

Ask for shelter,

And ask for tame.

Nothing else,

For everything will be vain,

Not without a single gain.

Shame! Shame! Shame!”