The forces of nature to cleanse the land
Dead bodies and disease led to famine
Violence and orgiastic violence
Had led to a final act
As a wind carried black clouds and pestilence
A city burns and the people attempt to flee
Though it stood perfect without decay
A statue looked over a scene of catastrophe
The thunder comes from the clouds and combat
War had weakened the city dweller's resolve
No battles, not fighting led to the crash
The city will disappear beneath the waves
The dead will haunt the foot paths
But it isn't for the ghosts it will never be restored
Acts of man as well as nature have led to wrath
