The Day

The skies are darkening
All we see is fog
The water beneath us starts to ripple
A giant force is moving beneath

Distant horizons are ablaze
We are stuck into the final seaquake
Colossal spires emerge from the black
The final hour strike

A monstrous head comes to light
Spraying poisonous clouds in the atmosphere
All life will perish

As the shores are wiped away by the one who awaited
Benеath the sea, on the ocеanic skelethal plains
The sign of the coming cataclism
The earth will be