Capital Letters Rumours
There will be wars and rumours of war,
In this dread, dread, dread, dreadful land
There will be people killing people
There will be famine, famine, famine and starvation...
You better hear me when I say
Brethren watch and pray
Because that day
Is not so far away from judgement day comes
When there will be wailing
Children screaming and grown men crying
I see the mother, they bawl for their daughters
Why cause their daughters, they are only young children
Bearing young children!
Bearing young children!
You see they've lost the respect
For their grandparents children
