There's a thunderhead on the move
Staring at me, from across the way it looms
A premonition of my own doom come to pass
When it reaches me and rain falls on the grass
It tells me those who die shall live
And all who take will be forced to give
So who am I to tell you what that means?
Get the Hell out of here, please just leave me be
I've got my source of anger, sadness and hate
There's no room for joy in this palace that I've made
When you see thunder you'll know what I have done
When you see lightning you'll know that I am gone
Some place that's far better than here
If you wish to follow me just look in the mirror