broken bones and moans of the graveyard

the brewing clouds did allow a full force storm
coming was harm, and death
and all thats left is a few birds at the dock
the ticking of the clock moves us closer to pain
some will die in wind
some will drown in rain

when the insane become ghosts
they will all stand on their headstones and boast
we could beat heaven in a war
i had a wife on earth
but i dont know what for

heaven will only quake
leave a trail of fear in their wake
tremble and surrender is what they do
heavens ony full of people like you