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.
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.
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