A Gathering Storm

I’m gathering strength, to face the gathering storm,
Need a hot-blooded woman, to help keep me warm,
As the blizzard blows, through the long winter snows,
Sheltering safe, where no other man goes,
And only the Eye of the Good Lord knows
Where we are.

High in the mountains; so high, so far,
Far and wide,
Far from the oceans, and the Changing Tide
That affects all of mankind, in these Final Days,
While Justice is stricken blind to the evil of our ways.

As the Seventh Seal, that alone binds the Book,
Is now broken clean, for all of men to look
Upon their Fate, written in those pages,
As the bell tolls at Heaven’s Gate,
To herald the end of Sin’s Dark Ages.

So hold me close my darling, and clasp tight my hand,
As the Frost of Satan’s breath chills this accursed land
For God’s Fires of Retribution will melt all in their path;
It’s the only sure solution, this measure of His Wrath.