Wicked Beasts of the Night; Storm Clouds

Blonde hair,

evening prayer,

Our Father, Who art in heaven

Hallowed be Thy Name.

Golden rings,

violin strings,

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done.

Pressed cotton,

faith forgotten,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

Labored sleep,

lovers weep,

forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Leaving soon,

eclipsed moon,

lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil. 

Amen.