Bringing the end of the world,
Shattering the glass dome of the sky.
The world falls into chaos,
Rain pouring like the drums of an enemy army.
The bolts are the swords of the attackers,
Sweeping across the sky,
And the thunder is the noise of the battle.
Panic, death, pain, blood
Mixed into one frightening crash
As the world tumbles down
And bursts apart
In an endless shower of sparks.