We’ll watch the waters rise, let's grace this earth one last time. Sink below, to Davy Jones, as the bodies on earth, they turn to bone; and condemn the drowned, you know where down until we are all underground. Sent forth from our fathers, decisions are made, but worlds are lost.
We’ll watch the waters rise, let's grace this earth one last time. Shipwrecked by ignorance, this way of life brings one effect; an Atmosphere of fear, this truly is the mother of the storm. Sent forth to destroy us, the Arctic winds within hold no remorse.
Fear who heaves the oceans, fear who wings forth the storms; through a crown of thistles, cursed is the earth upon we walk.
We’ll watch the waters rise, let's grace this earth one last time. Bring forth the hand of death, rain down on man, his pestilence; from the black & blue, when the oceans still, and the ice sheets return. Unnatural numbers, bring upon us the undesired age.
