Stormy Death

Clouds in the sky
Rain pouring down
Protect your head
Lightning strikes again

Stormy weather
Blood on leather
Death is rising
Blood is flowing

Piles of flesh and bones
Ripped off by the dead
Awakened by the storm
You're now without head

We are all helpless
Weather have such power
Black clouds are forming
They want you dead

Cloud dark and ugly
Thunder can be heard
Give me your best shot
Goodbye bastards