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