Look on the realm of rusting,
reddened by blood and lusting,
Witness the power of the
Shadow of Death!

Hear how the horn is sounding!
See how the hunt is hounding,
catching and hurling into
Slavery’s cage.

See how the slaves are slacking?
Hear how the whip is cracking!
Blood is now falling, seeping
into the ground!

Sense how a seed is feeding,
nourished by fruits of bleeding
sprouting, unfurling, now the
Vine has come forth

See how the Vine is thriving?
Sing for the fruit’s arriving,
Dance for the blood-red bounty
ripening now...

See how the Vine is writhing!
See how the sword is scything!
Laughing, the people gather!
Dancing in death together,
seizing the harvest, but it
nourishes not.