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I set out to write about worldly contempt
So that the inhabitants of the world will not be punished in vain
It is now the hour to rise
From the sleep of a wicked death
From the sleep of a wicked death
The short life will soon end in a short time
Death comes swiftly that no one fears
Death destroys everything
And no one has mercy
And no one has mercy
Let us hasten to death
Let us stop sinning
Let us stop sinning
Unless you are converted and become like a child
And change your life into better deeds
You will not be able to enter
Blessed the Kingdom of God
Blessed the Kingdom of God
Trumpet when the day sounds cry the extremes
And the judge will come and call the eternal
Elect in the country
Sent to hell
Sent to hell
Let us hasten to death