The winds I hear them howling
I see a many heads bowing,
in unison to our doom
The stench of death started to loom
and we waited for it to end soon
but we can't choose the room-
the room to heaven or hell.
only our fates shall tell,
but many of us don't have time
once you hear the booms chime,
run and flee
for if you stay....
you'll end up as their prey.
