Splitting thunder makes the heaven's shake,
Black clouds are lit by lightning's glow,
whipping the air, the wind does blow,
Over the land the storm does rake;
Weather unfit for man or snake,
Caught outside, I'm drenched in woe,
Splitting thunder makes the heaven's shake,
Black clouds are lit by lightning's glow.
Now the ground has become a lake,
As the power and fury continue to grow,
I must hurry, there are many miles still to go,
And I clasp my ears, for God's sake!
Splitting thunder makes the heaven's shake!
