The tall volcano will spew its fire.
In rage the storm will roar and break.
The sunlit hills will tremble and shake.
Mankind, another scourge that roams,
Lays waste across the trembling world -
Oceans and forests wither and groan.
Whether the world will end in fire,
Whether the world will end in ice,
Whether mankind's base desires
Will poison the world in passion's guise -
Destruction is the destination.
Those who extol predestination,
In the grip of ancient fears,
Differ little from the explanations,
Offered by the wise of many years
Who trace the arc of nature's dawn
And its ultimate decline
In complex formulas that shine -
The magic spells of a darker time.
