Stormy Nights de Hamlet

Insanity don't has I

My measured pulse

Plays healthy notes, as yours...

Let's quiet the thoughts

Let's repent for our sins

Let the skies carry the guilty

And give thee back to the world

As thou came, so pure...

Conjure thy future

Don't spread manure on this fields

Forgive me, but as I care for thee...

I must say throw up the bad part

Live with the good part

And there won't be storms on thy days

If you just hear

Someone calling you tonight

Don't look back, protect thy heart

And try to keep thy soul

As thou did before, unsoiled...