Her rain is black rust
And melts down heavy on dreaming heads
It cuts through
She floods the dark oads of the past
Like the dark night embraces a shadow

A fold in time brings her madness
Worn from and age of wars
A souvereign pain

A will tattered by a thousand storms
And explosion of memories echod in the skull

Faith in this will bring us all to her
We will know and feel all that is real