If time is not yet, it is yet to come,
You’ll feel it falling on every ear drum,
What is to come? What is to come?

When there’ll be no room left for royal debates,
Cause we could hear anything from loyal debates,
What is to come? what is to come?

The drive that flows in all will become one,
There’ll be no turning back, there will be no sun,
What is to come? What is to come?

When it will be pulled near, all will run,
A catastrophe of fate no one can shun,
Told many times, it is near, it is near,
When arrives finally, it is fear, it is fear.

That day is to come, heaven will drop,
And then you’ll see the edge of the hope,
You’ll reach out for it, will be no rope,
You’ll run to salvation, will be no shop.

Stands the tree still rooted on the ground,
Mountains don’t fly in air with wind’s howling sound,
You are here today, you won’t be forever around,
Spoken for ages, that day truth will amount.

Words will be lifted, the children, the innocence,
All will be prepared, there will be evanescence,
No call will rise to the sky, no more holy form,
When it comes for all, that will be the true alarm.