A change in wind course blowing to northeast, the wrath of sky unseen,
but when the birds stop singing, crickets quiet its kind days quarantine.
The wind`s kiss is getting wetter, darkening, the truth of leaves now lie.
Even though the air`s electric, so eclectic, I choose not to hide.
It`s time to cleanse the land again, so red was the morning sky.
The endless clouds look so fed. The strongest elements collide.
Welcome to nature`s greatest show by the eye of the morning moon.
With a twisted smile I now know…storm coming soon!
Humble branches bow and face the other way, the sky`s now evil green.
Electric claw of lightning, applaud, power so unseen.
One with the storm I here will stand, so red was the morning sky.
On a higher plane I will command. The strongest elements collide.
To see the center of it all by the eye of the morning moon.
Wisdom I`ll find or I shall fall, storm coming…soon.
From the red of the morning sky
by the eye of the morning moon,
storm coming soon
Bridge I feel sheltered yet I`m still outside.
Now I enter onto the unknown inside.
SOLO
One day you`ll know…
By the red of the afternoon,
by the light of the evening moon,
midnight coming soon