Crux Of The Message

歌詞

[Adapted from the poem "The Storm" by Alison LR Davies] It starts as a faint purr, rippling, beckoning Stealing the evening's baking heat It steps to the side, foot tapping, hop skipping Without formation, no sense of the beat And then comes the mean, heartrending echo Low and beguiling, starting the show The murmur resounding, a tightening of air As colours emerge, the wind starts to blow He's coming, he's coming The crux of the message A silvery swordsman No mercy to spare He'll slice and he'll sever With sparkling precision The weapon his fortune The dragon, this air And most run for cover, they know of his venom The fury with which he will mount his attack But those with a nerve and bubbling curiosity Won't be so hasty to hide or turn back With a crack of his whip the tears start cascading Great rivers of truth washing over the land In praise or in pity, in fear or forgiveness The thunder is slain, the demon at hand He's coming, he's coming The crux of the message A silvery swordsman No mercy to spare He'll slice and he'll sever With sparkling precision The weapon his fortune The dragon, this air And the threatening rumble of music soon faded A great composition now rendered complete The mottle blue heavens now gather in whispers To wait for the encore A black cloudless sheet.