Little children, it is the last hour,
The antichrist is with us,
Even now, the antichrist has come.

Take my hand, for I am the truth,
Taste my blood, for I am the life,
Face my name, for I am the way.

Apocalypse, apocalypse, Ikveta de meshicha.

Taste the bitter scroll,
Break the seven seals,
Release the riders of the storm,
And this begins the conquests of death, and the destiny of the beloved city.

I will raise a shepherd in the land, and he shall eat the flesh of the fat, and tear their claws to pieces,
Woe to the idle shepherd that leaveth the flock; the sword shall be upon his arm and his right eye shall be in darkness.

On the wing of abominations shall be on who makes desolate,
And the Earth shall be delivered into his hands,
And he shall confirm a covenant with many in the holy land, in the holy land.
And I saw the beast rising out of the sea to solve the violent crisis in the Middle East,
And I saw the devil smile, and I saw the dragon's face,
For that which man reviles, he aches to embrace,

The mystery of iniquity,
The darkest hour of history.

And now it begins, the man of sins,
These times will be fulfilled,
The interval is over, the prophecy unsealed,
This is the time of Jacob's trouble,
This is the seventieth week,
The beginning of sorrows, and the rise of the beast,
This is the tribulation,
Time returned,
This is the revelation,
Behold the end of the world.

Apocalypse, apocalypse, Ikveta de meshicha.

And now she stands at the centre of the stage,
As he enters the glorious land to seal her fate,
For all the powers of this world, the heir awaits, the heir awaits.

Seven years,
The time has begun,
Seven years,
For I am the one,
Seven years is come.