Why do the nations rage and roil, And peoples plot in vain turmoil? Why do they challenge God on high, This sinful hunger, reaching sky?
Above the continents there spreads A spider's web of rockets' threads, No nations, no presidents alive Can make this web cease to survive.
Soaked through with lies and bitter blame, With whom did you conclude this game? Cool down, you lords and politicians, Who've clawed your way to high positions!
You've written yourselves into glory, But people? Vain is your story— You waste your passion on the hollow, Forgetting God and conscience's follow.
While He looks down with deep regret Upon your deeds and words of threat, And waits until from crossword's call There comes a headache to you all.
Do not send soldiers into Ukraine, Do not decide for them their pain, Honor the Son of God on high, Give Him the glory, raise your cry!
He soon shall come to earthly ground, And wrath shall reign and terror sound, On those who called the darkness light, Leading mankind into night.
There still is time to turn away From evil plans that hold their sway, To be the righteous, not pretend, And pay your debts before the end.
Honor the risen Son of grace, Judge of this wounded, sorrowful place, Against this backdrop dark and grim, Fall down before God, kings, for Him!
