We pray for clouds,
to darken the yellow hues in the sky.
We pray for the rain,
to paint anew the shades on the trees.
We pay for a storm, to shake and rumble on,
to replace old beliefs, to rebuild broken temples and dreams.

We pray for the sun,
to shine forever when darkness falls.
We pray for the fires,
when the cold kills the flames within.
We pray for the Gods,
when all else seems to fail;
We cry for our brothers,
when the blood soaks the earth like a rain.