Storm

dried in red skies where drought have taken all the trees
we're lost in
wastelands of pride and covered lies

we perish, end is just
in anguish all
is dust
waters move,
as you call
like a flood
in fall

come rainclouds
and make grainfields sprout
my heart wont dry
come overflowing wells
come
bloom in spring

ride through black clouds, you raise your voices calling 
me
in highlands, on hillsides i know you so well

love will win that
day
and horses lead your way
winds will move
as you call
like a storm
in
fall

come rainclouds and make dried hearts sprout
impale me 
complete
me
come riders white and shed your light
complete me now