Day of the Storm - A Pale Horse Named Death

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