Oh my god, there's millions of them. Oh my god, there's millions of them. Oh my god, there's millions of them. I've seen the fires startin' fresco, the day that the earth quaked. I've seen buildings a-blazin', blowin' up in flames. I heard men, women and children cryin' out to their God for mercy. But their God didn't listen, so they were burned alive. They were down, down, deep on the ground, in a great disaster. I was hangin' out in Berlin, in the year 1939. I've seen Hitler's stormtroopers, march right across the national line. I've seen two world wars, seen men send rockets out into space. I foresee a holocaust, an angel of death descending to destroy the human race. Down, down, deep on the ground, a great disaster. Down, down, deep on the ground, a great disaster. Down, down, deep on the ground, a great disaster. Down, down, deep on the ground, a great disaster. Down, down, deep on the ground, a great disaster. It was the 16th century. There was a great loss of love by the male astronauts, who prophesied and prayed to attend the mission. An angel of death shall waste this man. A holocaust. The rise of the mission is grand, as you have seen. Now I ask you, do you believe this? Do we, too? I was standing by the bedside, the night that my father died. He was crying out in pain to his God. He said, have mercy, mercy. His body was riddled with a disease unknown to man, so he expected no cure. But before he died that night, he was lost, insane. Down, down, deep on the ground, a great disaster. Down, down, deep on the ground, a great disaster. Down, down, deep on the ground.