Mother Shipton, Pt. 2 - Devil

In nineteen hundred and twenty-six

Build houses light of straws and sticks

For then shall mighty wars be planned

And fire and swords shall sweep the land

This is the last prophecy

This is the last prophecy

When pictures seem alive with movements free

When boats like fishes swim beneath the sea

When men like birds shall scour the sky

Then half the world, deep drenched in blood shall die

Chorus:

This is the last prophecy

This is the last prophecy

For storms will rage and ocenas roar

When Gabriel stands on the sea and shore

For those who live the century through

In fear and trembling this shall do

Flee to the mountains and the dens

To bog and forest and wild fens