What can we see in a storm’s darkest light?

What do we do when shelter’s love is hate?

Where do we turn when gone is heaven’s might?

Who will save us when sun’s bright light comes late?

To love is hard when darkness is so near.

A storm comes, the world’s light fading faster,

Of our destruction we must live in fear.

The end comes, soon know us will disaster;

The sky, our father, drenches us in rain;

Our mother, earth, now is fire’s lover.

Nowhere to turn, peace has become our pain;

No place is safe, war our world does cover.

Our last hero’s death we will hide behind,

Oh, yes, fear is the nature of mankind.