A pack of wolfish clouds took the purple sun their captive,
That wonderful landscape was buried in grey ashes.
Horrible rains chased all the quiet away,
And an ocean of flood was bursting in the valley.

Booming wind shouts loud now, wild lightnings are writhing,
The sky roars and rumbles, the earth itself is chilled,
Wherever the people try to run for shelter,
Water covers all, and dark, disgusting scum.

The river has flooded the tiny little village,
All the village squares, attacking all the streets,
The houses are crumbling, all the walls destroyed,
Nothing withstands now the power of this vengeance.

Grown-ups and kids alike are fleeing the disaster,
They leave behind their houses for the great destruction.