Well the thunder in the mountains
Sounds the beginning of the quake
The serpent in the attic, a maiden praying as the storm begins to break


The battle lines are drawn
Beneath the open sky it tumbles in pain
The beast beneath the shadows, in darkness seething as the tide is turned again amid the storm at its peak



I tell you no lies
I tell you no lies


Well the pretty girl screaming
She's got his thunder pounding out of her thighs
Took her to the attic with no remorse, amid the darkness they repented and resented her pain


I tell you no lies
I tell you no lies


With the fire in the valley
Exploding aimlessly in time
The coming of the new day, the blackness fading to reveal a beauty richened by the solace of peace



I tell you no lies
I tell you no lies