As storm clouds call upon the night,
Our souls let loose a billowed shout.
As shadows slay the dreary light,
Our spirits battle doubt.
When finally darkness falls complete,
Consumed becomes our mental state.
When lightning breaks the blister's sheet,
Our spirits battle hate.
When sleet hails Earth in brimstone waves,
Serene hearts beckon forth malice.
When hell is raised by whirling winds,
Our spirits battle avarice.
When hellish skies no longer cry,
Our tired souls feel much conceit.
When those damned cries speak out their lie,
Our spirits duel deceit.
As storm clouds roll across the sky,
Each new heart and soul is faced.
As shadows chase our faithful ties,
Our spirits battle haste.
In hours passed, while dark is calm,
Our peace of mind then finds its shelf.
For now, when demons end their psalms,
Our spirits battle self.