Flash Of The Silverhammer کے بول

Storm clouds are forming : darkening the sky the wind gather speed up the mountains along the horizon : lightning strikes then the deafening rumble of thunder Rain beat against my face quench the thirst of mother earth the wind in my hair behold the flash of the silver hammer Shadows across the land : all clad in grey the waves raging wild along the shoreline cutting through black clouds : a finger of fire bonding the earth with the heavens Mighty : the wind of storm forks of lightning lacerates dark sky from within : the clouds : ablaze by the flash of the silver hammer