No rivers between

What evil will come our way
when darkness fill our day
when the polar cap it melts
and the skies turn gray

Will it come as such a surprise
when the waters they rise
and that last bough it breaks
and time simply drifts away with the tide

landslide and hurricaine come
a roar of thunder, will echoe across the seven seas
there will be no place to run
no place to run

and when we are on our mothers knees
begging her, pledding her for her mercy's
War! it will creap upon us
like a black cloud of pure insanities

There will be no lions roar
no kings to implore
no rivers between
or grasses of green

and that eagle the once sored high
the one who closed his eyes
the one who ignored the cries
will never again fly the skies