A flashing stroboscopic light
As another bolt comes down
Faster than the eye can see
And followed by that massive sound
The rain comes pouring down as though
Someone just turned a faucet on
The thunder rolls above my head
It seems an age until the dawn
Outside this little brightened circle
Provided by a feeble flame
The darkness seems to rule supreme
Except when lightning flares again
I don't know if gods or demons or spirits
Are responsible for this all
But I know the power behind this
Makes every man seem small...