The sky is stormy
He rain destroys
The wind is violent
The sky is dark
Flashes of lightning split clouds
A torrent takes shape on the ground
A deceased wakes up
He moves in his death
His soul wakes up
His body died
The bones are motionless
His flesh is rotten
He wants to go out of his grave
The lightning burns a tree
Landscape of hell
His body is for ever motionless
His soul escapes
Graves are enlightened by the thunderstorm
The cemetery wakes up
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