I am raging like a summer storm, burning up everything in my path, scolding the land and wickedness, eating up the devil’s wrath.
Even the ten-fold drops of disdain, the rains hath
unleashing, keeping me caged,
I am picking, flicking, and kicking, get me back to my happy place!
Where the calm waters temper - the bath.
How can I turn you, rage,
into divine justice and lead me to the gilded path?!