There is a moment, as if announced with a trumpet blast
Before the storm strikes, nature makes known her anger
The wild of the land reacts, with precision and great haste
But humans are confused, with the flight of the wild masses
Or listening to the rush doesn't cause us fear, or to join them
We believe ourselves immune, we are mightier than any doom
So pity the foolish humanity, we are fools
For when the storm strikes, it will be epic
For such a long time we've been the apex
The pinnacle reached, we were the first
But in the end, we'll be last
But in the end, we'll be last
And no one will miss us thereafter
“Human history becomes more and more a race
between education and catastrophe.”
