Pressing clouded dark womb of doom
I bathe beneath your blackened showers
of Lightning, Thunder, sleet and drought
and marvel at your chaotic power
In me I find my sea a churn'n
as I gaze up to your starry heights
for down on earth we mortals play
to rumbling Thunder's great delight
As without much joy or electric grandeur
Thunder in its deep dark voice
speaks of times when his reign once was
and when we'll next meet, devoid of choice
