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