The Storm and the Mountains Lyrics

Uneasy air,
Smell of danger,

And wind is upon the land,
In a sudden rage.
All are cowed;
Rendered fragile.

Under an erupting sky,
Only fear can be known.
Even the fierce ones,
Fall under a black sky.

Few are the storms,
That thirst not for blood.

Roar of the storm,
Scream of the wind,

They, too die.
A lonely sunbeam fights the gloom
Silence.

And again, the mountains can be seen.