Oh the sky's were weary
Storming like the sky was crying
The day was dreary
The trees were dying

It was a sort of deathly day
The streets smelt of tears
The crowds crowded in the streets
Blocked the way

There was no birds in the sky
There was no sign of sun
The gods had cursed us I don't know why
But something had to be done

Whether I had to crossed the seas
Or swim the firey lakes
Or whether the answer would come to me
Or I had to fight to take

I would save my dying kin
Because I would give them my life
I rather put my soul out
And admit that I had sinned

I rather lay bare before my god
Then let them all be slayed
I rather bathe myself in guilt
Then live while they decayed

I raise my gauntlet to the sky
While the gods cry
I hope tonight won't be the last
But if it is for them I will die