Apocalypse in 9/8

Co-starring the Delicious Talents of Gabble Ratchets, of course. Gabble Ratchets are the Gabriel Hounds - the sound of the Archangel rounding up souls. Or, in a Pagan worldview, the Wild Hunt of Woden, Herne or any other mythical hunter you feel should be looking for the dead across the wilds of the dark night. The hunting pack on the edge of the world, that you hear barking late at night. More boring people claim it's the sound of a skein of wild geese.

Supper's Ready heads to the end in a riot of oppression, persecution and the need to stand strong. The Dragon - that ancient serpent who has been the enemy of humanity since the start - has risen up to take power. The "wisdom" is the false wisdom of evil oppression. The wisdom that justifies death and persecution in the name of a religion, or a state, an ideology or just plain old hatred.

Dragon's coming out of the sea,
Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.
He brings down the fire from the skies,
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes.
Better not compromise.

A story of the End? Or the End that is repeated over, and over, every time God's people are oppressed by a vicious regime? Daesh being just the latest in a long line of dragons - misusing wisdom for evil? The Dragon is the regime of hatred and oppression without end - "a boot stamping on a human face forever." Because there is not one Antichrist - rather there are many antichrists come into the world.

So the trumpets blow to declare the End. Pythagoras writes his song on the moon - reflected in a mirror. All at a cosmic level is falling apart and people flee for cover.

And the song collapses in for a moment, to that point in the living room when it's two people in love, they hug and supper's ready. It's gonna work out fine.