Storm Clouds (Det Står Ett Träd På Min Faders Gård)

The stormy trail draws in overhead
Its shadow creeping ever nearer
When endless grey fills the greenest land
It's hazy warning's ever clearer

Run for cover from the dark again
Crackling flickers of a spark and then
Hail's starting to fall, a shower of stone
Will bruise the gold of day to silver

Run for cover from the dark again
Crackling flickers of a spark and then
Hell's fury impends, no man or charm
Can heal the heavens from this fever

A murmur of drums is gambolling west
The air is thick and suffocating
For now the summer's day is all suppressed
The sky is blackening, light is fading

Run for cover from the dark again
Crackling flickers of a spark and then
Hail's starting to fall, a shower of stone
Will bruise the gold of day to silver

Run for cover from the dark again
Crackling flickers of a spark and then
Hell's fury impends, no man or charm
Can heal the heavens from this fever