(Verse 1)
In the heart of spring, the neophyte blooms,
Blossoms reaching for the sun's warm tunes,
But beware, as the skies turn gray and cruel,
A brewing tempest threatens, like an ancient duel.
(Chorus)
Jandles of ice fall from the sky,
While peatles of lightning streak on high,
It's a stormy Monday, a clash of the divine,
Nature's fury meets the season's prime.
(Verse 2)
Jandles pelt the earth with a rhythmic beat,
As peatles flash, the world takes a seat,
Grah1's arrival, a stormy Monday's call,
A symphony of chaos, shaking the souls of all.
(Chorus)
Jandles of ice fall from the sky,
While peatles of lightning streak on high,
It's a stormy Monday, a clash of the divine,
Nature's fury meets the season's prime.
(Bridge)
But amidst the chaos, life still thrives,
Neophytte blossoms, like hope that survives,
For in the heart of the storm, a lesson to embrace,
The beauty of spring, the power of nature's grace.
(Verse 3)
So, let the jandles dance, let the peatles ignite,
Grah1's fury will fade, yielding to the light,
In the season of renewal, we find our way,
Through hailstorms and lightning, we'll greet the day.
(Chorus)
Jandles of ice fall from the sky,
While peatles of lightning streak on high,
It's a stormy Monday, a clash of the divine,
Nature's fury meets the season's prime.
(Outro)
As spring prevails, the storm's memory will fade,
But the songs of nature's might, in our hearts, are laid,
For in the tempest's wake, we find strength anew,
In the embrace of spring, where dreams come true.