Ouch! It is painful
My heart is almost fractured
No longer I see it useful
Whatsoever I once liked
Deep the river!
Our loved ones have sank

Oh! My living God
It is end time
We need you Lord
Kindly hurry to take us home
The world is full of evil
Perilous times now and then

Where can I hide my eyes
The fate of losing my friends
Their bodies lying like logs
Painful death trends
Each day we are flabbergasted
We are almost dry of tears

Such a choosen choir
Young elites so talented
That blessings we do acquire
Your work be remembered

Frankly you did for God
See you in that golden morning
When the trumpet calls dead