We should not howl loud into the hollow
Announcing all the world is doom and gloom
For time march not like death to a gallow
Waiting for the ol' volcano to plume

Forty years and forty nights an eon
Time measures deeper into space than light
Make our needs to suffer oblivion
Dulling our senses that once shone so bright

For fruits of our labor decay to dust
When the fading sky will swallow the sun
When great cracks rip across the earth's dry crust
The moment comes when darkness thus begun

Nothing safe but our spirit in the wind
Like a lonely owl keeping one eye skinned