"Wrath"

Speak to me,
Blow the Clouds cross the Sky.
Call to me, howl thy name, whistle by.

Wash me clean, remake Earth's face.
Re-invent creation, change this place.

Up root, destroy, scour this Land.
Spin and churn, thy Power in hand.

Scratch a Path for all to see
Mother cries, "Please, let me be."

Thunder rolls, dark clouds throw Light
Hide in your Cellar, Holy Storms brew Tonight.