https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKM9Iz89CyQ&feature=emb_title

Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain

There was a town where the people known as happy folk lived

Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world

Obscured, as it was, by great clouds

Here they played out their peaceful lives

Innocent of the litany of excessive violence that was growing in the world below

To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough

Then one day, strange folk arrived in the town

They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them

They only saw shadows you see, without the truth to the eyes

The happy folk were blind

Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes

Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home

Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head

Now everybody dancing, the dance of the dead

The dance of the dead, the dance of the dead

In time, the strange folk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain

And it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty

By chance, they stumbled upon the place where all good souls come to rest

The strange folk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things

And soon they began to mine the mountain

It's rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world

Meanwhile, down in the town, the happy folk slept restlessly

Their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls

Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain

Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?

And as the strange folk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain

Holes began to appear

Bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the Monkey

For the first time, the happy folk felt fearful

For they knew that soon the monkey would stir from it's deep sleep

Then there came a sound, distant first, that grew into castrophany so immense

That it could be heard far away in space

There were no screams, there was no time

The mountain called Monkey had spoken

There was only fire, and then

Nothing

Oh little town in USA, the time has come to see

There's nothing you believe you want

But where were you when it all came down on me?

Did you call me out?