From a vantage below You can see the anthill swallow the sun The nature of the beast is to destroy The ancient symbols foretell The dying time The vanishing of the moon The burning of the sky The last of the just has fallen in the desert The flower wilts with no water at the root Prepare for the night… The cold darkness of the sea Shall cover the treachery of the dissemblers And comfort the quaking Of the heartbreak Earth.