If I Would give you my clear skies If I Would give you all golden fields of grain Strong legs and tireless hearts An ocean as still as a lake Would you still worship and pray And noooooot forget my name U…MIIIiii AAAaaa…. Instead I'll give you my storm I'll give you my hail I will tear out trees, sweep up the seas, destroy all the fields And you reach for The sky But in this mud you'll die And you will pray And lightning illuminates your faith