Srength of fire, of wind and lightning, a furious power in the heart of the planet. Damage, misery and destruction, more insane than a thousand wars. Humans can't bare with fatality; destiny doesn't belong to us, nor to any invented God. Slave of Nature, chained to Earth, we wonder around the night, and at daybrake we take our poor souls to shelter upon a bunch of artificial flowers which prove to be blacker than the blackest hole.
This is the history of mankind. So it has been; so it is; so it must be; so it will be to the end of our race.