Storm

Dried in red skies
Where drought has taken all the trees
We're lost in wastelands
Of pride and covered lies

We'll perish, end is just
In anguish, all is dust
Waters move as you call
Like a flood in fall

Come rainclouds and make grain fields sprout
My heart won't dry
Come overflowing wells
Come bloom in spring

Ride through black clouds
You rise, your voice is calling me
In highlands
On hillsides, I know you so well

And love will win that day
And horses lead your way
Winds will move as you call
Like a storm in fall

Come rainclouds and make dried hearts sprout
Impale me, complete me
Come riders white and shed your light
Complete me now