We are so very modern or we pretend to be
There's no escape from the gathering storm
Few ever perceive the ominous approach
A wind brings damage, causes the catastrophe
Soon the people will begin to properly mourn
Rains finally begin to pour, the land is soaked
There's no escape, instincts kick in, we long to flee
Human efforts try to reduce damage, sirens warn
Powerless to act, as the face of apocalypse is evoked
