A storm of molten madness
Swirls round a darkling sky;
A shriek howls from its innards
As eagles heed its cry.
Tempest pounds the westwood
And froth flicks at the lake;
No tree nor rock is safe now,
All Might falls in its wake.
The bellow of a thunderclap
Resounds across the sky;
Stark slivers pierce the darkness
As lightning flashes fire.
'An omen,' some say sagely,
With nods and muttered sighs;
But others watch them closely,
See fear behind their eyes.
As roiling clouds swoop lower
And sirenwinds abate,
A voice speaks out the darkness:
"Friends, listen, and please wait;
Behind a rim of bleakness
Ride sunbeams golden bright;
For when the tempest passes,
A clearing brings new light.
Bow not your heads in sorrow,
In memory, all reside,
And when the veil is lifted --
I will be at your side..."
ARDIC 
ORE