There is thunder in the distance.

Can you feel it?

Riding on

Rolling on

A thousand screams.

Can you hear it?

Blood dark, thick and rich.

Can you taste it?

Crushing on

Cascading on

A thousand dead.

A thousand dead.

Can you smell it?

Black and cold and close and tight.

Can you see it?

There is thunder in the distance.

A storm is coming.

There is no shelter to be found.