Mystical showers prepare your heart
As drops of dew from clouds they do part
The being who created all from him
Can no longer suffer from your crying sin
As rain from his eyes cover all to begin
It cleanses your heart as life starts to win
Now is the day for the light to shine through
As the darkness is dead and the good has won you
The deafening tones of hells remorse
Cant over power the saints endless voice
As tears from below turn into steaming bliss
The tears from your soul are ending your abyss
For all to bear arms is the call of the dark
As the end is soon to show her face and embark
Time will stand still when the tears are in form
As the water on your cheek is the end of your scorn
Refreshing your mind as the water runs low
Replenish your heart while its white with its glow
For not too long will turn itself black
As the light from the rain with heed your luck back
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