Storm Rider from Penumbra by The Crossroad Convergence

Flashes of lightning against the night sky
Rumbles of thunder on the quickening wind
The storm comes, the land trembles in the dark
Exposed and defenseless, she waits for the spark

I feel the turning of the wheel
The turning of the world
As the veil grows thin
And the night grows cold

Sheets of rain falling outside my window
Echoes of memories lost in the flood
Deep in the dark, where shadows are undone
Where the soul is swept clean ere the new day comes

I feel the turning of the wheel
The turning of the world
As the veil grows thin
And the night grows cold

Tyrants and Pharisees high in their castles
Hoarding the treasure they stole from the land
The time has come for justice to be done
Let the storm clouds rise! Their reckoning has come!

I feel the turning of the wheel
The turning of the world
As the veil grows thin
And the night grows cold

I am the storm rider
With the wind at my back
I call forth the raging thunder
And let loose the bolts of fire
That will bring the false towers down
I am the storm rider
With the wind at my back
I call forth the raging thunder
And let loose the bolts of fire
That will bring the false towers down
I am the storm rider
And I will bring the false towers down
I am the storm rider

• Folk
• Indie Folk Rock
• folk rock
• indie folk
• indie rock
• Kansas City