Tides will rise beyond their ken to bite away the shores and the mountain will roar Earthquakes split the plain to shore, flooding waters rushing in Will flood the lands with such a din That mankind comes in muddy ten and snarls about his follow men Man flees in terror from the floods and kills, rapes and lies in blood And spilling blood by mankinds hand will stain and bitter many lands Not every land on earth will sink, but these will wallow in stench and stink of rotting bodies of beast and men From the distant shore angels of death blow their apocalyptic horn
shore, flood, land, snarl, mankind