No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen
The clouds exude tears as a sign of God's sorrow. For the fate of mankind in the hands of the morrow. For mankind's heart has grow callused; With his eyes set on greed. Forsaking God's goodness For all his lustful needs.
All the while the earth moans and it groans. As mankind's heart is compared with the hardness of stone. Consumed and devoured by the lusts of the flesh. An expulsion of THE LORD; A refusal to mesh.
Disease and strife have set in - A move oh so bold. As mankind grows more distant, Isolated and cold. And the skies continue to weep as man struggles to fight. Darkness envelops the lands - Darkness blots out the light.
Will the battle be fought? Will mankind ever win? Will the skies clear up As man conquers his sin?
May he lay down his sin - Then turn face and run. Then may THE LORD show him mercy And unveil THE SUN!
May the harsh weather of sin Finally be cleared. So that mankind's unclear future Have no need to be feared.
I guess you can find inspiration from the least expected places. It was snowing and I got to thinking about clouds and rain. Then a light bulb popped up in my head like they do in cartoons. That was my inspiration for the first couple lines. Just wrote in the rest as I sat there and though about things.