The rain, it pours

The rain, the rain

It pours, it pours

The darkened sky

Clouds my soul

It pierces me to the very end

Nowhere is safe as the storm rages on

The arrows, the arrows

They shower, they shower

They darken my sky

And shred my land

My people, my people

My precious kingdom

The showers of needles befell my good people

After the rain has stopped the thunder still lingers on

It busts my court doors

And floods my palace

And now I see

I see the river

The bloody river that came from a quiver