Black crows circling up above
Crying out, "Do you hear that sound?"
I never thought [bad word] to this
Paradise razed to the ground

Sometimes I don't sleep at night
I hear the wind in the moaning trees
I wonder how my child will fare
With wars and bombs and thieves

The thunder has begun

Some are blind, but choose to see
Lies into the [bad word] they weave
Some put their [bad word] in faith
Some say, "I don't believe"

But each man unto himself
Is an island in a raging sea
We're the boat to anchor or sail
Of the two, which will it be?

The thunder has begun
storm is [bad word] 
Who's the one now watching you?
Who says your rights are wrong?
When the preacher and the judge align
change [bad word]  it won't be long

We may have burned a bridge too far
We may [bad word] ourselves too far
When you look into the mirror, friend
What is it that you want to ask?

The thunder has begun

Dear Father, when you left me here
You lay your head in eternal sleep
You told me, oh, that all remains
Love is all we have to keep

Black crows circling up above
Crying out, "Do you hear that sound?"
I'd never thought [bad word] to this
Paradise razed to the ground

The thunder has begun

storm is [bad word] (Find a haven, find a shelter)
storm is [bad word] (Find a port, find a harbor)
storm is [bad word] (Find a friend, find a mother)
storm is [bad word] (Find a sister, find a brother)