Rugged roads make a stumble
Loose stones roll downhill
It's the first storm of the season
And you can feel the thunder
And you can feel the rain
You can smell the burning ozone
On an arc of lightning

Micheal the archangel
Could not defeat Satan
For they went to war in heaven
Fighting for the body of Moses

A finger tracing the skin
A flutter of eyelids
Your voice tumbles deep like thunder
You scrape along in the pouring rain
Along the old mountain
Looking for a cave to sleep in

The prophets of Baal cry out and cut themselves
Begging him for the falling flame
The true prophet tells them
"Cry louder, maybe your god is on a journey
Or slumbering. You must wake him up."
They bleed and cut

You find a small cave
To escape from the rain
For you have been running a long long way
And just as you settle down to rest against the wall
There is a deep throated growl of wolves in the dark behind you