A black being dances on the horizon,

A ferocious tunnel of wind and dirt.

Jet azul beams jolt the sky,

Giving the heavens a mighty shake.

A black being dances on the horizon,

A ferocious funnel of dirt and ash.

And out of the sky it soars,

It lands with a mighty roar.

This black being flings ’bout,

Creating a flighty dance.

Into towns it roams free,

Destroying everything in sight.

A scream echoes from its mouth,

Utterly filled with rage.

Through its deathly cry,

It releases its bitter pain.

After letting its feelings known,

It winds down from exhaustion.

And in it’s very weakened state,

It vanishes into the sky.