Writhing clouds in the sky, Thunder clap, and boom once. Ghosts the run through the tree boughs, And leaves tremble whispering as they pass. I hear them murmur an evil plot. Water flees the rivers--to the Earth's sanctuary Stone and rock graves are it's tomb. Darkness covers the dirt God made man from. Grass stretches up, racing to reach heaven, I know the dead beat it there, so I will win that race.