The days of prosperity has come
Your cattle shall produce plenty of milk
Your crops shall grow in the rockiest soil
Search no more for food in dry land
You have no right to starve any longer
Every soil you dig are mines of silver
And its dust contains pure gold
No hawk shall spot these mines
Because this harvests are designed to over run your cup
Should any miner dig the hardest rocks
To the tunnel to discover the precious stones
They labor as your laborers for their day’s pay
The greatest judge has pronounce his sentence
No vulture can appeal against it
Proclaim openly this judgment of prophecy
For you have been sentence to succeed.
