I Believe That We Are In The End Times

Brothers slay brothers;
Sisters’ children
Shed each other’s blood.

Hard is the world;
Sensual sin grows huge.

There are sword-ages, axe-ages;
Shields are cleft in twain;
Storm-ages, murder-ages;

Till the world falls dead,
And men no longer spare
Or pity one another.

Ragnarök draws near