The storm is coming,

Round the misty waters grasp,

I hear voices from my past,

And I'm standing here, waiting,

Why can't you see, what the darkness will bring?

It will be your destiny.

The rain a wave of sorrow, drowning all the light,

You stand with your head held high,

As the tears drip down, as I see you cry,

Silent as the storm that is coming on,

And I see, what you will be, what you will become,

Your destiny.

The storm is coming,

You weary traveller, walk on,

Upon the misty roads,

Life is a journey wherever it may take you know,

Your destiny is the path you travel on through twists of time,

And whene'er a storms coming, know that you,

can bring paradise.