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Hear thou the things which must come to pass in the last times

There shall be famine and war and earthquakes in diverse places

Snow and ice and great drought shall there be

And many dissentions amongst people

Blasphemy inequity envy and villainy

Indolence pride and intemperance

So that every man shall speak that which pleaseth him

And the priests shall not have peace amongst themselves

Shall sacrifice unto making deceit for mind

Therefore will I not look upon them

Then shall the priests behold the people

Departing from the house of the Lord and

Turning unto the world and setting up

Landmarks in the house of God

They shall claim for themselves many things

And places that are lost and shall be

Subject unto Caesar as also they were

Of all times giving poll taxes of the cities

Even gold and silver

And the chief men of the city shall be condemned

And their substance brought into the treasuries of the kings

And they shall be killed

For there shall be great disturbance throughout all the people

And death also

The house of the Lord shall be desolate

And their altars shall be abhorred

So that spiders weave their webs there

The place of holiness too shall be corrupted

Priests all corrupted

Agony shall increase

Virtue shall be overcome

Joy perish

And gladness depart

In those days evil shall abound

There shall be respecters of persons

Hymns shall seize out of the house of the Lord

Truth shall be no more

Covetousness shall abound amongst the priests

And the bright man shall not be found

On some nation shall arise there the last time a king

A lover of the Lord

Who shall hold rule not or long

He shall leave two sons

The first is named after the first letter A

The second named after the eight letter H

The first shall die before the second

Thereafter shall rise two princes to oppress the nations

Under whose hands there shall be a very great famine

In the right hand part of the east

So that nation shall rise against nation

And be driven out from their own borders

Again another king shall rise

A crafty man

Who shall command a golden image of Caesar to be made

Therefore martyrdom shall abound

Then shall faith return unto the servants of the Lord

And holiness shall be multiplied

And agony increased

The mountains shall be comforted

And shall drop down sweepeth the fire from the face

Of the number of the saints maybe accomplished

After a little space there shall arise another king out of the east

A lover of the Lord

Who shall cause all good things and necessary to abound in the house of the Lord

He shall show mercy unto the widows and the needy

And command a royal gift to be given unto the priests

In his days shall be abundance of all things

And after that again another king shall arise in the southern part of the world

And shall hold rule but a little space

In whose days the treasuries shall fall because of the wages of the soldiers

So that the substance of all the age shall be commanded

And given to the king

Thereafter shall there be plenty of corn and wine and oil

But great dearness of money

So that the substance of gold and silver shall be given for corn

And there shall be great dearness

And at that time there shall be very great risings of the sea

So that no man shall tell news to any man

The kings of the earth and the princes and the captains shall be troubled

And no man shall speak freely

Grey hairs shall be seen upon boys

And the young shall not give place unto the aged

After that shall rise yet another king

A crafty man who will hold rule for a short space

In whose days there shall be all manner of evils

Even the death of the race of men from the east

Even unto Babylon

And thereafter death and famine and sword

In the land of Cain and even unto Rome

Then shall all the fountains of water and wells boil over

And be turned into blood into dust and blood

The heaven shall be moved

And the stars shall fall unto the earth

The sun shall be cut in half like the moon

And the moon shall not give her light

There shall be great signs and wonders in those days

When Antichrist draws near

These are the signs unto them that dwell in the earth

In those days the pains of great revile shall come upon them

In those days when Antichrist now draweth near

These are the signs

Woe unto them that dwell on the earth

In the last days a great king shall come

Woe unto them who build

For they shall not inhabit

Woe unto them that break up the follow for they shall labour without a cause

When I was a child in the belly of my mother!

Woe unto them that make marriages for unto man each shall nay beget sons

Desolation!

Woe unto them that join house to house

Or field to field

When I was a child in the palace of my father!

For all fields shall be consumed with fire

Annihilation!

Woe unto them that will not look unto themselves while titled

Silence!

For they shall be condemned

Silence!

Woe unto them that stay away from the poor

Silence!

When he asked him

When I was a child in the belly of my mother!

I am the son

When I was a child in the cannon of my father!

I am father of all

I am the father most high

I am the father of all spirits

These are the sad signs of the ending of the world

When I was a child in the belly of my mother!

When I was a child in the palace of my father!

Desolation!

There will be famine and great pestilence

Annihilation!

Then shall all men be lead captive amongst all nations

Take me to my dead Christ!

And shall fall by the edge of the sword

And shall fall by the edge of the sword

Take me to my dead Christ!

Then all men shall be lead captive amongst all nations

Take me to my dead Christ!

From shore to shore

Take me to my dead Christ!

I am the son of mine

I am the father of all

I am the father most high

Carry me from shore to shore!

All men shall be led captive

And all shall die by the edge of the sword

Take me to my dead chrism!

For when I was a child in the belly of my mother!

For when I was a child in the palace of my father!

Desolation!

All shall die by the edge of the sword

Silence!

All shall die by the edge of the sword

Take me to my dead Christ!

All shall fall by the edge of the sword

Take me to my dead Christ!

All shall be reaped by the sickles

Take me to my dead Christ!

Of the turning burning

Take me to my dead Christ!

Take me from shore to shore!

Turning and burning

Turning and turning

Take me to my dead Christ!

Carry me from shore to shore!