Still alive, but dead inside,
These wretches cry:
“Let us celebrate pride!”

They claim they are better than all;
Yet their heart knows they have rejected the call,
For flesh and filth they have traded God for the cabal.

Their idols, numbering more than those of the Hindu,
Clamor them to make their empty communions ever accrue
On altars of sepulchers white, never changing their view.

Breaking through Alexander’s Wall, they seek souls to raze.
Going about as lions, they desecrate anything worthy of praise
By force or by speech—Gog and Magog is their legion’s name.

Do not despair, those who strive on the narrow way!
The time will soon come for these foes to be cast away.
You shall witness the dawn of a new and luminous day.