The end of days,
The end of ways,
The last we are to be,
From a far off place given birth,
It’s a path to destroy all earth,
This meteorite instills no fear in me.

A weary old man I be,
Of a quaint little family,
Watching the end of our time,
The world now awaits in fear,
In the silence crying settles on my ear,
Then I realize, it is mine.

I cry not for my own life,
Nor for my long gone wife,
But as it comes crashing down,
I feel sorrow for those yet born,
Never to taste life, however forlorn
In fire the future drown.