I'm begging you waves, carry me far away from this place

When waves become tsunamis and mountains volcanoes
When cats become tigers and dogs become wolves
When rivers turn red, and skies turn black
Take a look at the horizon… the silent are back

When the young turn to warriors and the old turn to masters
Beware of what’s after, prepare for destruction...

Can you feel the rash burning your skin from within the thrill of the blue moon fight tonight?
I'm begging you waves, carry me far away from this place