Black cloud's a sign of cold.
A sign of thunder.
A sign of hate.
A sign of a rain.
Rumble it goes as the sky mumbles so close.
Crouch humans go in the face of heaven roar.
A scythe descends from the West.
A splinter might cause unrest.
Harken to the warnings of the tide.
As the flood gate are thrown open.
Run, Hide , Seek shelter for insanity is in motion.
The trees bows in it's presence.
The sands sing for their king arises.
Harken to my words oh ye son of man.
For when the cloud's turn black, then know that night has come.
