Burthen of this troublous times Carried in human hearts Conceit bombast vanity It's a last days leprosy
This is the end
Origin of every vice A seed for a mankind decay A sinful pride stirred up in minds Praising self-righteousness Blinded with the lust and greed Vain glory is all the want to gain
A disaster is near Hostility in veins How many souls should be gone
This wish to be like gods Leads to soon to perdition This wish to be like gods Results in impending tragedy
Missing how you fall into disgrace As having exalted self When pride comes - dishonor is near Calling destruction upon your soul
Pride goes before a fall This wish to be like gods Leads to soon to perdition This wish to be like gods Results in impending tragedy
Take a wider view of this world Open yourself up Break the chains of own persuasions That stop you from perceiving life