Men cry out, sounding suprised,
When in fact they're the cause of these apocolyptic skies
Philosophers gather atop Mount Marcy
offering a true and final explaination
Minor Chorus:
Though rhetorical it proved historical
The jargon was etched into the side of the mountain
And the human race had it set in place :
the last heinous effort to rape the earth.
Words are exchanged, handshakes are made
But one bearded man can't understand the need.
Ollen stands on the edge of the face.
A luscious wind reclaims its space
Minor Chorus:
In the distance, A wave emerges
rendering futile the philosophers' urges
Ollen was resiliant, and some say brilliant
For he let their wave wash him away
The streams have drained, canyons implode.
The worried bear scurries to a soft and gentle end.
Fleeing from the scene, snuffing out the screams.
Creatures seek a haven for eternal hibernation
The October Moon burns Shady Elm
Water drags it's roots into a firey hell
A song they sing to the elegant beast
That has given so much and asked for none
The same great beast that now kills for fun,
punishing all