The Storm from Flood by Redemption Draweth Nigh

Onward, oh onward I go
In this rocking boat, oh
The wind mocked my frustration as I tried to secure
In this coming, ever-raging storm

It doesn't matter how I try
Nothing ever seems to clear the darkness from the sky
Weeping black rain down upon us from its eyes
Crawling across the night
And it rains down on me
A black and deep and awful flood of misery
Fear soaked and drowning in this endless bloody sea
Oh I call out, I scream to thee

One, two, three, four,
There is an ending to this war
The cannon smoke, the barrel worn
There is an ending to this war
Five, six, seven, eight
There is an ending to this pain
The violent fear, the throbbing ache
There is an ending to our pain

So we go forth
The rain upon our face as we knelt down to the floor
In disarray we pray as we entered in the storm
There is no other day but today
And into darkest night
The rain unfolding loud into the true breadth of its might
And there is not an end, no, not end in sight
For us to see, for us to flee this bellowing sea

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