We're waiting for our death
Or maybe just a new beginning
The storm is haunting the horizon
Black clouds with lightning grinning.

The rumbling of the thunder
Is laughing at our fear
Or maybe it's my imagination
But the worst will soon appear.

They said for years
That when the storm arrives
Beasts will come from the dark
And we will run for our lives.

Some will die then
But most will die soon after
In the storm bouts of acid
And the thunders laughter.

But if you don't die then
It'll be from the flood
Drowning in your misery
Or trapped in the sludge mud.

And if you're still alive
You better have a boat
The beasts of the sea will eat you up
"Apocalyptic ******!" she wrote.

Her name was Sylvia
A mystical seer
From the before times
She told what she could hear.

The wind whispered to her
All these terrible things
Here they are before us now
And this is what she said they would bring.

So we're waiting for our death
We've all ready felt the plague
The storm is haunting the horizon
Until the end of our days.