The sky is crying in torrents,
Lightning arrows are shooting around.
Me - at the window - in tears,
Looking for verses that can't be found.
The wind's moaning loudly, gasping for breath,
It's suffering from suffocation.
If only I could have heard "Yes, Lady, yes!"
But the wind is bringing damnation.
And suddenly I go out in the rain,
and I dance brigadoon with the wind
and lightning - not fate - is the only restrain
And nothing salvation can bring.
Apocalypse
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