Harvest is Ripe, and Reaper is Ready, False incarnates into steel With all degree of allowance of heaven Thrust in your sickle, run timeless wheel! All blasphemous minds will come from the bottom Not of the world, but from Hell You will be threatened the overthrow For freedom and light as well! You are - the future, you are - the life line And in this fatality fight, Keep all your faith, all your love and withdom Harvest is Ready, and you justified!!!