The Revenge Of A Soul!

The clouds are thundering so violently maybe they are recalling ur echo, the winds are swirling so vigorously maybe they are angry not to feel your presence.

The birds still haven't reached up to their destinations as they are chirping to prune my grief.

The storm is preparing to rage, apocalypse waving from behind.

Oh! the disloyal u, Oh! the disloyal u.

The volcano is boiling its lava, all the animals are running so fast as they want to take their revenge.

The angel of death is coming to the ground briskly.

Books have wiped out their letters, the children have stopped their chatter.

Now the planet would not be called blue anymore as it would be called the planet of corpses.

Apocalypse! Apocalypse! Apocalypse!

The vultures are waiting at the top of the hill,

the tower of silence has started crying.

Is it hell or Satan's house the young one utters as her mother stab.