Day of Reckoning - Tad Morose

A storm is approaching

The sky is turning gray

There is no escaping

No point running away

A ferocious tempest

Devours the light

A sweltering darkness

Turn day into night

I fall

I keep falling

I see no end at all

A daunting silence

And nothing remains

A muffled sound of your heart beating

And the blood in your veins

I fall

I keep falling

I see no end at all

The dead will rise

To pay for their sins

To reconcile

The day of reckoning