The Cataclysm

Only when the sun is gone Will the folly of man be certain Only when the sun is gone Will the presence of man be undone When we first crawled from the ocean To the land we called our own A future always seemed so certain Now the seeds of doubt are sewn Try to turn the tide but the damage is done Into the fear of the unknown And now we sit in wait for a cataclysm In the place we call our home Only when the sun is gone Will the folly of man be certain Only when the sun is gone Will the presence of man be undone Now the sleeping giants are stirring Saw the swelling of the seas Billows from the forests as they’re burning Heard the felling of the trees Hidden in the darkness was lurking What we thought could never be And now we only line our coffins What was sewn must now be reaped I hear a wind rise in the night Hear it blowing I heard the song fade with a sigh Recedes to nothing The rest is silence Let it echo across these islands Look into the sun Stare into the face sending skywards Hear the wind, here it comes Hear the wind, it is done