The day was clear no clouds in the sky.
The winds pick up and people wonder why.
Clouds roll in unfamiliar looking.
With skulls in them and being swirling.
A tornado of death spinning near.
Blood runs down and people screaming in fear.
Fire from below rises to the surface.
Fingers reaching through cracks along with pale faces.
They grab you by the ankles and pull you under.
Right before you hear a big clash of thunder.
The lighting strikes the earth below.
With a such a mighty powerful flow.
Right before you hear a big clash of thunder.
Fires start and ashes rain.
The pain of dark blood flowing through my veins.
As the end grows near people run in fear.
Dying ever second,every hour, every day.
Till the earth is done and we cant tell night from day.
