But now I’ll speak of lightning dreams
Of thunder rolled upon the skies
of clouds that cover all the sun
and take the stars right from your eyes.
How the rain flies fast and true
Like arrows stinging in the fight
The wind blows like a horn strait through
And bears down on the flesh with might.
Let the storm fulfill its rage
As it sweeps the desert night
And days turn dark and nights are black
As fury seeks it’s very right.