The harbour lights have long gone out,
the town is sound asleep.
Like
omens underneath the moon,
the waves crash on the beach.
The restless clouds are circling,
like birds of prey in flight.
Nature lifts an angry hand,
poised and set to strike.
And
every man will know the power that marked the planet's birth.
The hurricane, the hurricane,
returns us to the earth.
No man may shelter strong enough to stop the raging tide.
All relentless in its quest to conquer and divide.
What has stood a hundred years awakens to the roar.
As the waves come pounding down like hammers on the shore.
And every man will know the power that marked the planet's birth.
The hurricane, the hurricane,
returns us to the earth.
The harbour lights have long gone out,
submerged beneath the waves.
The moon attends the final rites above the ocean waves.
While restless clouds still circle round,
like birds of prey in flight.
Nature's hand all quiet and still retreats before the night.
The hurricane is over now,
a storm has finally passed.
While on the sand a child walks and kicks at bits of flesh.