Electric sky, electric sky,
Sparks of heaven scattergun whirl by,
As vibrant cavalry of thunderbolts,
Fury through which our hearts shot,
Darkling moon above my cot,
That the Grace of Heaven hath taught,
Zeus rage in purity of thought,
Thunder mightier than la Mort,
Light that follows angels bonny,
Makes the sky a gothic sunny,
In which fury of creation appear,
Brings celestial veil ever near,
Beyond which visions soar and sear,
Majesty and passion there,
Paint with flair, by Zeus' stare.