Hear me, Hear me
Do you feel your feet tremble?
Have the butterflies in your stomach gone mad?

That is because you have plenty to fear
The beast wakes, the serpent writhes in its sleep

In the light of the moon, darkness reaches out
The heavens are under attack

In a desperate attempt to defend itself
The sky hurls the wind at the fiend

In the struggle, the slithering demon falls
It descends with all its might

Upon folks high and low
The tidal surge of power beckons gentle land

This monster whom jeers and cries do not affect
Mercilessly washes away all hopes and dreams