Who are you to come disturbing the peace on winters night.
Don’t go coming around here stomping your feet and shouting loud at the trees.
Who are you to start shaking the floors and breaking the walls.
Then you cry your tears of rage when your destruction is not enough.
Hail stones fall from your icy heart,
upon us who have heard your anger and felt your wrath before.
We are still here oh mighty storm.
You have done your best but we have survived.
We know you will return with a fury, in disguise with an alias;
a new and different name.
But it’s too late you see.
We shall rise again and conquer thee.
We see through the cloak you wear,
and when the smoke has cleared,
we’ll still be here.
Run away with your tail between your legs,
grumbling as you go.
We laugh. HA!
