The heavens are making lines in the sky,

Followed by roaring sounds,

So loud, could be heard and seen wondrously high,

The heavens are making lines in the sky,

Followed by roaring sounds,

With bits of colossal shaking bounds,

The lightning strikes with bounce,

Followed by roaring sounds,

With bits of colossal shaking bounds,

The stormy sky seems like a devil's workshop,

Casting shadows of dread and death,

With bits of colossal shaking bounds,

The heavens are making lines in the sky,

Followed by roaring sounds,

So loud, could be heard and seen wondrously high,

The heavens are making lines in the sky.