Over the heavens there lies great thunder
Thunder waiting to explode
Imploring the Highest with His full Might
To heal Mankind for the Crimes of His Messengers
Wait! For the Day
When Music will blast from Every Corner of the Universe
And Mankind on that Day will Dance
The losers on that Day
Will be Those in Regret
And We Know best Who they Are
And yet, this is But a Grain of Sand
Of what Awaits in Store
As a Joy for what You, My Children, have Worked
Did I not say that I will not Wrong The One Who Works Deeds of Righteousness
Be He Male or Female?
The Searcher Who Wants to Give 