Inundation Chapter 1: Trouble Looms Trouble looms, it appears that all is not well, yes the signs are there
Servants plough the earth, masters rule their worth, all are unaware
 Like a bird that sleeps, only to awake as a new found prey
 Oh, Like a child standing at a deathbed not knowing what to say. Clouds pack...Like wolves
, Hunting again
 Grey Days...Howling, 
Devoured by rain Clothes are...Soaking, 
Come rain or blood
 Sky is...Wounded
, Trampled in mud Running for your safety 
Or hiding in your home
 You’re left with indecision 
In this you’re not alone Disaster is your master
 And yours is his to take
 The madness builds with urgency 
Detains you in its wake! The Blade of Judgement is sharp 
It cuts through it all, it cuts through you
 No matter what you think 
(and moreso) No matter what you do (Choir) Our voices lost We’re clueless and we’re blind 
Oh help us out Oh shaman help us find Chapter 2: The Shaman I close my eyes and beat the drum
 The skin begins to speak 
It all starts with a distant hum 
Like something old and weak 
The hours seem engulfed by smoke It takes patience to persevere 
I beat the drum, continuously Until it seems I’m far from here It seems like days until I find My mind floating in a transient place
 Today is nothing but a clueless child
 Consulting the ancestral ways My superconsciousness gets so intense As I levitate and as I transcend 
I’m addressing my words to providence 
Like a message to the stars it went A swirl of voices surrounds me Beyond language and somehow reason free I’m letting go of all things temporal My vision be interdimensional (Days passed. No one heard or saw the shaman. No sign of life. All had been instructed not to disturb him as if some dangerous exorcism took place. Meanwhile the villagers were looking for signs of change. Rain kept falling, washing away the crops, faith and expectations.) Chapter 3: Panic The Hammer of Fate is hard 
It hits us all, no matter what they say
 No matter rich or poor (and moreso) No matter if they pray
 Pack your things, make a move
 For you may wait in vain
 Cycles they shall re-occur 
For sure they will happen again (Choir) “Behold! The river overflows
! The death knell for our hopes
 The valley soon will inundate
 Rain floating from the slopes Can we be saved, where is our man To tell us what to do? The suffering will be unspeakable
 We’re lost without a clue!”

 As the water reaches the lips of those about to drown
 The shaman opens up his eyes and quietly looks around 
And his body aches as if he’d aged a 1000 years
 And he leaves his tent to address his people with all their fears (Something had changed however, was it him or was it time?) Final chapter: The Past is Alive. Astonishment, as the old turned young and the young appeared to be unborn 
Servants plough the earth, masters rule their worth, with no signs that warn
 And the dead were yet to die, and the river but a stream
 And the sky, ‘t was clear as day, and the gloom turned back to gleam Onward is the only way, like the young and strong proclaim
 Time is of the essence, and hallowed be its name
 Yet I travelled motionless, reaching for an ancestral hand
 And they pulled me back in time, like upward falling sand The Wheel of Time turns fast, the faster it is spun 
It appears to be going backward, like any other one
 I jumped into the illusion, as soon it reached reverse
 The truth it got rewound
: The Past is Alive Again!

Plagues Chapter 1: The Crippled Exile Would you like to be like me? I was raised in a dark cave by the sea
 My legs are crippled, would you like to know why?
 Gods cast me down and they left me here to die And though as ugly and deformed my being is
 I thank the care of fair sea nymphs and sweet Thaetis Now I’m a grown man, I’m strong, and more:
 I’ll tell you what I’m holding here is for:
 This is my hammer and look and behold:
 The world shall know why I’m Hephaistos called
 Distinguished through my aptitude with metals and steel
 I use the energies of fire with exuberance and zeal "He-phai-stos!” (I’m the crippled exile) Chapter 2: Hephaistos in his Forge Deep in the crater below
 Where lava streams through Earth’s veins Deep where the works come into life Where suffocation reigns My hammer hits the anvil
 Synchronized with Earth’s breath Toxic vapors exhaled
 While I forge the tools of death Swords to cut a deity short
 To win a Trojan war
 The armor made for Achilles
 That’s what I made it for Chapter 3: A Commission This is the strangest commission
 Received from none but Zeus
 A female forged from metal
 How can I refuse? A fine shining example
 So Zeus, having his way
 Continued to commission
 A woman made of clay

 And with the divine spark within
 And magic on the side
 Hephaistos made Pandora
 Her eyes fiery and bright “Come Pandora, delighted gods, 
they’ll bestow upon you 
 The wondrous traits to suit you well
 and man and mankind too!” There’s all manner of good things
, some not as good maybe (A foolish, mischievous, idle nature 
next to curiosity) A final gift, a gilded box
 To keep shut tight on a shelf Pandora kept the fine container
 But could not contain herself. 
(After many years, Pandora eventually unlocked the box and lifted the lid, 
 A decision she would soon deeply regret:) Chapter 4: Disaster Unleashed! A hissing sound and a horrible odor permeated the air around her
 Pandora had released all the Wickedness and Malevolence Zeus had locked into the box -A box designed by Hephaistos himself- Zeus had hidden all everything that would plague man forever: Sickness! Death! Turmoil! Strife!Jealousy! Hatred! Famine! Passion… Everywhere the evil spread! Everywhere the evil spread! Chapter 5: The Chapter of Mankind Hephaistos’ child, crying tears of sorrow and desperation. Used as a pawn in a greater play, a game of retaliation For the wrath of a spiteful Zeus was on Prometheus
 The secret of fire, wasted on Man, both to be hated thus Catastrophe a reocurring theme In the chapter of Mankind, Foolishness and curiosity
 Clear the path of doom we find Epilogue: A Blacksmith’s Work is Never Done Hephaistos is hammering away with force below the crater erupting with sparks and rage forever Hephaistos is hammering away with force below Hephaistos is hammering away with force below Hephaistos is hammering away with force below.

RADIATION Uranium Plutonium Ruthenium Cesium and Iodine Polonium Thorium Strontium Radon, Cobalt It’s in the air As reactors emit their breath It’s in the sea As barrels rust in sunken ships It’s in the earth As leakage in depots goes on We eat the bread of poisoned grain Radiation (Oppenheimer quoted Bhagavad Gita at the testing of the atomic bomb in 1945) “Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds!” We called upon ourselves the cataclysm of our own design.

Earth Force Chapter 1: Any Other Day Morning dawns like any other day
 Light gleams over slopes of the mount Time is marching in a different way Toward a standstill it is bound Bacchus loves these ridges more than hills of Nysa But today the grapes turn sour by Forces of Earth Many times the earth’s been quaking Though the buildings have been shaking People shake their heads (but remain unfazed)
 Stop for a moment (but there’s no time to waste) Chapter 2: A Festival of Ash Behold! The temple which has been rebuilt
 From the ruins a new splendor born unto our mystery cult
 And it’s Lady Isis watching, the diligence that she will see
 May the priestesses ensure us that we’ll live eternally Behold! As we celebrate great rulers of the land Hear the pipes of Pan they’re playing joyously triumphant
 Yesterday the blacksmith of the gods shared in our laughter
 As the mountain shook and plumes of smoke would follow after Early hours of the final day
 Countdown to the hour of dismay
 Confetti of ashes sprinkles down
 Changes laughter into a frown All who sleep soon awake
 All dogs barked, infants cried 
Thunder takes hold of hearts 
Peoples’ eyes wide with fright

 Go grab your belongings, if that is worth waiting for 
If only you’d realize time is worth so much more
 The place is in turmoil, impending doom is in sight
 And there’s indecision whether to flee or to hide Chapter 3: From a Distance (Pliny the Younger observes from afar:) A cloud of black forms in the sky
 Seems from a mountain that’s nearby 
Grows and forms like a pine tree 
It’s quite intriguing what I see From a distance things always look less worse 
Like invisible injuries from gladiators 
But I’m feeling these earth tremors, and I see for myself
 Out there, the sea seems to roll back upon itself Uncle’s gone to rescue those in peril by boat
 But I’d rather live instead of breathing cinders and smoke Chapter 4: The Cataclysm An endless rain of pumice stone falls down
 All hide inside their homes, for stones can’t make you drown 
But as the stone flood rises soon the shelters become a cage 
 Roofs start collapsing, we realize we’ve reached maximum age 
 On this mount of late the Satyrs set afoot their dances; This was the haunt of Venus, more pleasant to her than Lacedaemon; This spot was made glorious by the fame of Hercules Now however, all lies drowned in fire and melancholy ash Pyroclastic surge
, No need to do the math: Once breathing into life, 
It’s now you’re breathing into death Boiling from inside, 
The heat inhaled: The fatal blow
 It’s been the winter in reverse, The ash the hottest snow 

Final Chapter: Eternity and Destiny Lady Isis cries for us, poor souls under debris Our hollow shells a warning for all eternity A false sense of security comes with naivety And Nature it will bathe us soon in dread and misery Lessons are forgotten soon by humanity Catastrophies of the past a future destiny
 Taken and sidelined and rendered harshly off our course There’s no stopping of manifestations of Earth Force.

Drought (Reign of Sand) The soil is broken with cracks 
I see its bloodshot eyes
 Chaotic vibrations spawned from a mirage This is the drought that lies in plain sight 
Like a chameleon without its camouflage Lush forests turned into arid scrubland Total absence of precipitation Demise of kingdoms, civilizations decline Clouds of dust turn skies dark, lodged in residents’ lungs The well turned hollow and dry,
I hear its empty voice 
Cross the great river on a dry foot This is the drought 
that is grinding you down 
Like an everturning mill of desperation would Drought be the death of us Dehydration tightens its grip on the land
 Drought be the death of us
 Scorching is the sun in the reign of sand Hot is the wind that blows through cadaver eyes Survival, a non-existent word
 Chastised by solar tyranny
 Prayers for rain remain unheard The soil is broken with cracks 
I see its bloodshot eyes 
Chaotic vibrations spawned from a mirage This is the drought that lies in plain sight 
Like a chameleon without its camouflage.