A storm is rolling in and carries something dark with it |
I heard the sound of raging thunder Off in the distance beyond the fields Past the creaking trees of the forest And the mountains behind I looked and I saw A storm on the horizon And something evil rolling in with it And I knew that war was coming But who will stand with me in the coming fight? Who will answer the call To defend against the encroaching darkness? Because darkness is coming To threaten all that which is good and peaceful. Lightning flashes against the sky Though no rain yet falls from the clouds As the threat looms ever closer And as I watched the storm roll in I stood on the edge of a great precipice With a mighty valley below me Stretching to the fields, the forest And the mountains beyond at one end At the other end, I see the sunlight Dancing along green meadows And the long road winding toward home There I stood looking out over the land With a warm, gentle breeze at my back And I knew that the call had been answered many times Though I don’t know their names or their faces yet I know that we will push the darkness back And as I stood on that precipice I watched as the storm continued to roll in And I heard the sound of raging thunder grow |