Thunder scream blues

Come here, boy
Talking ´bout your wet hair,
Did you enjoy,
Or were you scared standing there?
when the hungry, black sky
was about to swallow the Earth,
how are you, boy?
Get away, before it will be worth.

Tell the story
About people seeing dread.
Without glory
Leaving everything, they had.
Just the screaming storm
Was whipping your cheek.
Tell the story
About that storm, Lord, so freak.

I must say, that
God just sheded few tears
And than gasped at
His faithless, minor sheeps.
But anyway,
As I follow the events
I must say, that
The new age starts, the old one just ends.