some nights
I speak in the tongues
of thunder
of lightning
of boiling rock
and lash fear
into the beholders
but in th’ end
the rest
who live upon Me
Me—their hallow’d Earth
will be overjoy’d
for I am still
Alive
some nights
I speak in the tongues
of thunder
of lightning
of boiling rock
and lash fear
into the beholders
but in th’ end
the rest
who live upon Me
Me—their hallow’d Earth
will be overjoy’d
for I am still
Alive