The black flame will seethe     sins among the corrupted,
And hot coals will devour     gold ornaments,
All ancient wealth     of worldly kings.
There will be uproar and grief,     strife of the living,
Lamenting and wailing     at the sound of heav’n:
Men’s wretched din.     Thenceforth anyone
Stained by their sins     cannot win peace,
Nor escape the firestorm     across the land,
And that fire takes     all throughout earth’s folds,
Cruelly carves out,     eagerly seeks out,
Inside and outside     earth’s projections,
Until the tongue of flame     has swallowed all
Sounds of world-blight     in its torrent.
Then mighty God     upon that famed mountain
By means of that most     great power will come,
Heav’n-angels’ king     will shine holy,
Glorious beyond men,     powerful God,
And about Him     the noblest host,
A holy troop,     will shine brightly,
A true angel-host.     In their inner thoughts
They quake fearfully     before the dread Father.