And ye shall see that in þe Ende Tymes when þe Græte Wyrme doth reign over þe hearts and heads of men a great plague shall arise from þe East, & pestilence and misery shall befall.
And they shall cry «oh Lord why hast þou forsaken us» and receive no reply, for their saviour doth shun them.
Arise, arise, ye fylth hounds of Hades! Feast on þe flesh of their folly! Assaulten their eyes with feculent imagery, «oh, woe, woe, woe»
Cursèd now be this house of desire!
Sicken & stricken, malice & mire.
Forgèd in lightning and cleansèd by fyre!
Await þe returne of þe thunderous lyre!
Await þe returne of þe Füchwÿch!