Flowers of life protrude from all the streets
Growing tall and ripe, fruits will be reaped
Harvest moon is blood-red for all to see
Through the smoke of oil and gasoline
Eyes are closed on the majority
Cycle flies, world's fruits are being reaped
All stand bare in light for God to see
Tears are shed, blind cry and grind their teeth
Agnus Dei, qui tollis
Peccata mundi
Miserere nobis
Agnus Dei, qui tollis
Peccata mundi
Dona nobis pacem
Others fly because they did believe in
Jesus Christ, The world's controversy
World is gone the weak will grind their teeth
For the strong bliss for eternity