Heavy Weather: The Storm ov The Undead (Instrumental)

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