What storm that shatters the clouded sky,

Would make the heavens roar from grief,

That saw the sun begin to die and fade away,

Then all was dark and cold winds blew sorrow to the
night.

What heavenly purpose came to find,

That all on earth were doomed to die,

Yon sunny day came too soon to end with woe,

Where man now stands frozen and laid aside.

Oh woe is earth the blue now turned to grey,

Which once so young takes mantle of the croan,

No future now no worlds to go explore,

For death lies here, forget this world we are no more.