Come now, sit beside me here,
Let the rain fall on our heads.
Watch the blinding storm come in,
Hear the thunder break the air –
We, who once belonged to fear,
Clinging tightly to our beds;
Trapped in tapestries of sin.
Welcome to the real nightmare! –
Nature has, in holt and heath,
Wreathed a toxic rope of fire;
We who brave these elements
Look for hope amid the strife –
Let the storm then bare its teeth,
Let it light its funeral pyre:
What reality presents
May then lead us back