Heart of Tempest

A storm-wind bleeds on the eastern front

struck with a rousing score

It's torrent mad, it surges ahead

pining for the shore

I walk upon that dreaded shore

see a thousand candles lit

of the endless prayers, I said

that died upon my lips

The heart-struck storm broke on the shore

with the triumph of a tyrant's grit

countless souls were washed ashore

with the thousand candles lit

The cloud put forth its deluge strength

As lightning cleaved my breast

Till the last hum of breath

I felt, The aching heart of a tempest

harsh thunder, my sweetest song

let the bugle trill

From this life, I split the bond

falling cold and still....