Do you hear the rain calling back your name?
Years have softened the edges of your soul
A song of lies has
Gently lulled your anger to sleep
But a storm is coming, love
Your name echoes in its rumble
Wake up, giant from the mountain
Wake up, whale from the depths of the sea
Wake up, dreaming child
I call on you
No more soothing, no more explanations
It is you I call on
No more searching, no more questions
Bury the old and set the rot on fire
Sharpen your senses and sharpen your knife
A time of change has come.