Sounds the sirene
That nobody's expected to hear someday
People look at each other
Their eyes open wide with fear
Panic and desperation in everyone's soul
With no time for speaking or thinking
All running and crying
Look for their homes
To die by the family
Traffic madness
No law, no rules
Cars rush over the sidewalks
Crash into another
Don't shudder no-one
Children, youths, adults
Each one for oneself
Looking for shelter to save his life
But it's useless
Trains out of the rails
Get into tunnels with no outlets
With no destination
Huge ship are swallowed in seconds
By cyclones, whirlpools, the rage of the sea
Just cry of terror
Regretting crying
And the sirene of judgement
Lots into churches
Think in god's house nothing will happen
Others commit suicide
Quit their lives before their time comes
Expectance of death is worse than death at all
But there's hope
Men reach the limit
No one will survive
Made of dust
To dust will return
The time has come
The Doomsday