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