Lift up the trumpets, the time has commenced, trouble for the saints draweth nigh, sell all belongings, hold nothing back, it’s nearing the hour of midnight… This was predicted, long long ago, Trouble such as never before was, stand and be ready, be ready to flee, And take not the mark of the beast! Troublous times are ever so near, arise to the call of the Lord, the hour is now, fall on your knees, Michael Stands, in this final dreadful hour Sell what you have, give to My cause, Jesus cries to each soul, for once the commencement has started, begun, all will combust as if were coal… Flee to the mountains, pray until dawn, but worry not living souls, for you have been faithful, are engraved on God’s heart, shall be safe in the time of His woes… Troublous times are ever so near, arise to the call of the Lord, the hour is now, fall on your knees, Michael Stands, for this last dreadful hour Think not tis less than foretold of The Lord, O saint this for certain will not be, And should He withhold His saving had, it would be the full end of Man… So prepare and be ready, Salvation is near, Jesus is coming back soon, and all you give up, to serve Jesus our King, Shall be better and greater restored