Oak Pantheon - Sol

FDswGyGp The oceans will rise And the forests will set aflame And the coasts will all erode And we won't mind that much at first And the droughts will starve us And the heat will burn us And the disease will thin us out And one by one we'll disappear The death of man by his own hand The bodies will rot And the air will choke us And the storms will sharpen And we won't mind that much at first And the seasons will fade away And the rain will never end And the sky will turn black And all at once we'll disappear The death of man by his own hand