Testo di The Red Tide

October morning The sea went dead The coast is bloody A gentle breeze of death Trapped in a nightmare Foretold by god We have to pay the bill For the pollution of our world The red tide´s coming A forecast of the end The red tide´s coming We´ll loose all in the end Seaweed´s terror Result of filth Our nature´s striking back A new eco-doom The years they pass by Periodical fear Red tide will come back The end is drawing near