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 
seed for a mankind decay 
sinful pride stirred up in minds 
Praising self-righteousness 
Blinded with the lust and greed 
Vain glory is all the want to gain 

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 [bad word] - dishonor is near 
Calling [bad word] 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