Beauty, lost in the fog, not beheld by eyes longing in the face of pain, not in defeat satisfied.
The rage of the sky, shown in the Wind betrays not a temperate clime or the fates of fools lost in the storm never to be seen again.
Hail to the sky!
I give you my fear and adoration:
You, who a**ails me with ice, wind and fog;
You, who brings lightning, rain and thunder -
You beautiful monster!
Hail to the sky!
I give you my fear and adoration.
Those elements with which you a**ail me are the elements of change upon the land already worn away by years of torment under your benign hue.
Hail to the sky!
I give you my fear and adoration,
You, whose essence I breath to sing praises unto your power;
You, who hold the genesis of life hath such little pity upon bare flesh and blood.
The rage of the sky, shown in the Wind betrays not a temperate clime or the fates of fools lost in the storm never to be seen again.
Hail to the sky!
I give you my fear and adoration:
You, who a**ails me with ice, wind and fog;
You, who brings lightning, rain and thunder -
You beautiful monster!
Hail to the sky!
I give you my fear and adoration.
Those elements with which you a**ail me are the elements of change upon the land already worn away by years of torment under your benign hue.
Hail to the sky!
I give you my fear and adoration,
You, whose essence I breath to sing praises unto your power;
You, who hold the genesis of life hath such little pity upon bare flesh and blood.