Heavy Weather: The Storm Ov the Undead

You might have heard a discouraging word
And it might detour your life as you prefer
You can't embrace the extinction of your race
And in its' place vile rotting creatures

There's a storm taking form
Gabriel, his blowing horn
It must be too late
Here it comes, it's begun
To block out the dying sun
There is not much time

From the ages past, all fear this day of reckoning

The storm of the undead
Has come to pass turning green blood red
The storm of the undead
Mocking life just like they said

By nightfall they will rise again
The corpses of women and men
By daybreak all hope will be lost
Thanks to the undead holocaust

Heavy weather will open your eyes
As nothing else has ever will
When the undead stir you run for your life
With heavy weather comes fear instilled

A flood of dark hurricanes of pain
A flood of dark hurricanes of pain
A flood of dark hurricanes of pain and dismay
A flood of dark hurricanes of pain

You might have seen what you cannot believe
A storm of evil, a monstrosity
You try to flee as you're dragged down to your knees
But the monsters overpower you and start to eat

At nightfall they were in the ground
The townsfolk they were sleeping sound
They never saw the clouds roll in
But it matters not the end was brought