Before eyes that are blind no more
A sight unseen that tears the soul
All we ever loved and known
Into mass graves is what we're shown

We see an ocean once was land
And so they come to understand
This place where man used to be born
Will become man's water throne
Will become man's water throne

All that was magical,beautiful will be gone
(These measures call for divine intervention)
All the achievments of man,one will stand all alone
(One survives the final selection)
The sand in the hourglass moves so fast,slow the sand
And nothing mankind has strived for will become the Ocean Land

The rain will fall then,filling the dried land

Here we servents three,flesh and blood
Poor and weak here thou speak of the flood

It must be a sign
A massage from God's hand
                              -Christian Mican