"So it's our final hours, the world is trembling now,
a strange vibration through us, tells it's time to go."
In roaring protest oceans heave and strike upon the land,
and mountains crumble under forces out of hand.
Their destiny - obliteration?
Their legacy - a new creation?
a strange vibration through us, tells it's time to go."
In roaring protest oceans heave and strike upon the land,
and mountains crumble under forces out of hand.
Their destiny - obliteration?
Their legacy - a new creation?