The Land of the Nightmare

The river rises
And great waves shatter against the rocks
Lightening flashes
And thunder rolls through the night

The skies are alive
And the ground below is shaken
Peace has no place in this land of the nightmare

Anciently, they say
This land was kindly
Gently rising hills
Crowned with fields of grain
Strawberries
Apple trees
And clover

Then came the storm
The billowing storm
It rose first in the east
Then swept violently across the land
To the west

It captured every village
Pillaged every town
Destroyed every city

And the word peace
Was known no more