A Pale Horse Named Death Day Of The Storm
Birds have gone silent
Hear all the sirens
Smell of burning fire
Trees have fallen
Demons are calling
For our demise
Children are running
Parents are screaming
Oh god is this the end?
Tribulation
God’s frustration
He will turn a blind eye
On the day of the storm
Lightning crashes down
You can run but never hide
On that day we all die
On that day your prayers will not be heard
Sky is cracking
Raining down blood
Washed in the great flood
Through our greed
And sinful desire
We burn funeral pyres
Purged of this deadly
Black parasite
Mother has won this fight
Six billion dead and
Oceans of red
Our time has expired
On the day of the storm
Lightning crashes down
You can run but never hide
On that day we all die
And the sun breaks through the clouds
Warms my face
And the sun brings new life
Warms the ground
