In nineteen hundred and twenty-six
Build houses light of straws and sticks
For then shall mighty wars be planned
And fire and swords shall sweep the land
This is the last prophecy
This is the last prophecy
When pictures seem alive with movements free
When boats like fishes swim beneath the sea
When men like birds shall scour the sky
Then half the world, deep drenched in blood shall die
Chorus:
This is the last prophecy
This is the last prophecy
For storms will rage and ocenas roar
When Gabriel stands on the sea and shore
For those who live the century through
In fear and trembling this shall do
Flee to the mountains and the dens
To bog and forest and wild fens
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KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN