“For a spirit, evil, this way comes 
Lament and howl, for this spirit from the North 
As a lion coming up from it’s lair 
It will destroy you!” 
He will throw you down, your blood splatters 
You’ll be trampled underfoot, your body mangled 
You’ll become as refuse on the ground 
When they go to bury you, nothing will be found 
For dogs will tear and eat your rotting flesh 
Your bones will be crushed and turned to dust 
But this is just a taste of your fate 
In this, you can trust 
Your mothers and your daughters will be ravaged 
Your pregnant wife, ripped open, torn apart 
Your infant children will be crushed before your eyes 
Wild beasts will steal your sons, they will devour 
He will make your laughter turn to sorrow 
He will turn your joy to agony 
All that you have gained will burn in fire 
He is on His way 
Open your ears, listen well 
When you’re destroyed, you will feel Hell 
It will be better for Gomorrah 
Than for you on that Day! 
He’ll smear the offal from your feasts on your face 
Your sacred places will be filled with human waste 
Your desolation, so cruel and complete 
The flesh of your children you’ll hoard and eat! 
Open your ears, listen well 
When you’re destroyed, will feel Hell 
Rise then, bathe in Blood of The Way 
Then you’ll be spared this fate!