The Storm Rages On

Churning
Brewing
Coursing
Spewing
The Gods are angry
Someone will pay
Death and destruction
The corpses lay
When did it start
Will it ever end
A flash of light
To spark the fire
They have chosen to smite
The ill prepared
You had your warnings
You were begged to flee
Now is time for reckoning
Hope you are ready
‘Cause now you’re being judged