Thunder in the distance
Electric sky
A dark mass of malevolence
Urges out of night
Fear was the first sign
Fear in the streets
In the eyes of the ordinary
Wisdom of the old
Erased from the past
No one remembers
Caller in the desert
Wisdom outcast
Battles never set to win
Forbidden knowledge
Leads into oblivion
Repeat history
Again and again
A returning lie
Does not need much effort
To make people die
Call me the seer
Call me bad news
I call you extinct kind
You're bound to lose