Two thousand six

Two centuries ago, predicted the seer,
Is born on earth, Satan’s son.
 All human desires are sinful and evil
For a moment his fingers,
Will perform.

    Two thousand six,
The Sixth of June,
   Two thousand six,
Was born into the world,
   Two thousand six,
He Son of the underworld,
   Two thousand six,
Christ is not raised.

The chaos and joy reigns over the world,
Will destroy each other and once again resurrected.
A thousand years will rule the spirit of a sinner,
Be forgotten by the risen Christ is not.

World doomed, plunged into darkness,
 Joy and happiness will go on always,
Jess and betrayal will be spinning,
The lives of people with a taking.

  Two thousand six,
The Sixth of June,
   Two thousand six,
Was born into the world,
   Two thousand six,
He Son of the underworld,
   Two thousand six,
Christ is not raised.               

A thousand years will pass unnoticed
In the hot hell, on the edge of hell,
Will revive their forgotten by God,
Death and the sins of all, take over.
Lies and deception in an instant becomes a thing fly.

The world, doomed to destruction and collapse,
The power of God raised from the knees!

Raised from the knees!