The Irish bells Keep tolling,

Ringing for Death's calling,

And the families kept on bawling.

The Scottish churches are empty,

Nobody left to fill them, Not even Heafty

Vikings Kings, strong and deadly.

The English rivers run red,

The Thames drowns ahead,

And man's final curse be said.

One by one,

Europe fell

To an enemy

Whose name we could not tell.

Germany's kings have fled the throne,

The little doll has been left alone,

And the land lies too prone.

Italy's Rome is fallen through the ground,

Not a soul can utter a sound,

Not a remain of humanity is to be found.

France's tower is the only thing to stand,

The rest is buried deep under scarlet sand,

And the rotten food's gone bloody and bland.

One by one,

Europe fell

To an enemy

Who's name we could not tell.