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