Look upon the Hour Glass, the sand is almost gone
The Antichrist shall come, Satan and his spawn
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Seven years will follow, seven years of death and woe
Worship him and take his Mark, to Hell you'll surly go
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In Jerusalem he'll sit, upon an ark of gold
Showing that he's gOD, this all has been foretold
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The False Prophet comes from Rome, calls down fire from the sky
Kiss his hOLY ring, and say a rosary fore you die
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After seven years of pain, after seven years of woe
Comes a Rider on a White Horse, into Hell you now He'll throw