The drums of war have started
I tremble in my bones
The prophecies of madmen
Have suddenly come home

I see the storm clouds gather
I hear the ocean roar
I feel the magma pulsing
Our world shall be no more

A comet burns across the sky,
Brings mountains low and valleys high,
And makes the earth shake with it's might

The whole earth tremors as she shifts,
And her hot blood pours out in rifts