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