When the thunder rolls

When the thunder rolls by 
The children scream and cry 
at the sight of there mother 
Being slaughtered 
Chopped up into pieces 
Right before there eyes 
There father smiles a disturbing grin as the blood from his axe splatters onto him
Your bitch of a mother will not get away from fairing my children she took them from me
The children they cryed as the axe was raised to there head in two chopping motions the two where dead