The storm is coming
Run for cover
Burning eyes will
Be shut forever
Furnace of light
Source of fire
Taking back
The gift of life
Trapped in gravitation
Mother's own attraction
What used to be a shelter
Is now a crematorium
Planetary cleansing
Incineration to stardust
Wiping out the living
Turning flesh into ashes
The storm has arrived
No need for cover
None can escape
This purge by fire
Devastation
Billions of years
In slumber
Final awakening
Spreading plasma
Light, wind, fire
Light, wind, fire
Light, wind, fire
Light, wind, blaze, death, fire
What had begun
Some billion years ago
Now reaches its end
The infinity of cycles
Expanding sphere of plasma
Reaching a light year in distance
Taking back what was given
Homo sapiens reduced to silence