Morning dew reflects the light through windowpane In a while the time goes on and all will decay First rays of sun they speak of agony and gloom A thought of serenity before impending doom Gathering forces, marching onwards to the eye of the storm The signs are beckoning towards the moment of reckoning In the eye of the storm that is gathering in horizon Roaring sound of thunder wakes us from our silent sleep Rotten harvest of destruction solemnly we reap Earth will burst and tear apart and buildings will burn Everything that's left behind, will we forever yearn? Marching on to the eye of the storm The storm that wakes us from the sleep Now that life has ceased, what is the point of being sad? Soon enough we'll forget everything we had In moment of uncertainty there's one thing we know The constructs will decay and seeds of life will grow Marching on to the eye of the storm The storm that wakes us from the sleep