Though the nations rage
Though the heathen say
Let us break their bonds asunder
He that sits in the Heavens shall laugh
and every word that He's spoken shall come to pass
and all the earth shall tremble and quake
and all that can be shaken will shake
as The Lord begins to separate
His bride from all who hate
From henceforth the plagues shall not come nigh
My sanctified, Holy, altogether lovely Bride
For I'll remain close by indeed, inside
The World is about to know such calamity
as it has never known before, nor ever again will see
Remain in the Ark of My Presence, My Bride
for only there can you hope to survive
yet not only survive but prosper and thrive
as a mighty oasis in a desert vast
so shall you remain till the Judgments are passed