The sky is dark, the clouds are low,
The air is thick with smoke and ash.
The ground is shaking, the earth is torn,
And all around is chaos and despair.

The people run and scream and shout,
In terror of the coming storm.
They seek shelter, but there is none,
The end is near, and all is lost.

The sun is blotted out by clouds of ash,
And the world is plunged into darkness.
The stars fall from the sky, and the seas
Roar in anger, as the world is torn apart.

The mountains crumble, the rivers dry up,
And the trees are...