Dreamtale

The ocean so vast, can not see (the) skyline
Sun’s burning hot and the sea’s dead calm
Traces of pain, flashes of fear
Could it all have been true
(a) Tiny wave send by God
Build up into a wall
To wash away the sins of mankind
Leaving no traces of life
The price of wealth was too high to pay
Disaster struck over opulence
Gone was all that glory
And bale was total
The prophecy was true