When I sat in my garden in Lede on the Lord's Day and prayed my prayers while the rain bird was singing, there was suddenly a transcendent voice of 100 watts or more: It was unmistakably the Lord's sound reinforcement. My heart was in my socks, I almost fled, But then I noticed the heavenly appearance in the sky, I sank to the ground, but the voice spoke again: fear not
Write down what will happen now and make a song of it,
It is My will that you sing this for seven hundred times,
Seven hundred halls, if possible, normally paid!
The clouds tear open, the sky is red as blood
And in ecstasy I see seven monsters crawling out of the blaze
From glowing ashes, growling with pleasure,
But the angel still holds them back a bridle with straps around their throats,
Step aside, aside, the angel calls, I let the creatures loose
Whoever gets in their way, Antichrist, is the one who is finally screwed!
The monsters storms roar away, armored and fireproof
They darken the sunlight with their clouds of exhaust,
And turn the sea into a pool of pitch and D.D.T.,
And in the midst of that chaos I see the blue angel stands,
He smiles very ironically and he hands them everything.
The monster with the fiery tongue and with the white collar
Shakes its scales and unlocks the seminary gate
/>Ten locust devils emerge from there in a cloud of incense
They each carry a syringe on their cow's head
The needle is like a glowing sword from which sparks fly
They whistle songs by James Last as they go going to battle.
And then I see a mighty beast appear from the sea;
-that must undoubtedly be Mao's dragon-
Each of its seven heads bears a blasphemous name,
And in front of every head I see a crowd standing in worship
But as quickly as a flash of lightning a twin beast appears,
-only with bigger teeth- and all have been.
The fiery chariot of hell is pulled by the Goat,
The driver waves Papadoc's head triumphantly,
But the angel Basiel Goedertier is already arriving,
He has silently passed by the poor and the foolish,
Put a damper on the fires, paint the sky blue again
And put the monsters away in the justice building.
And it was as if I were completely empty, or full, as you will
And everything was simple, and everything was quiet again,
I only saw a little lamb standing in the orchard,
It looked a bit melancholy, mist came from the ground
I suddenly felt, as in a dream, two arms around me,
This angel is now called Joke, so I will get through it.