A thousand years And more have passed I confess, I dream it still When I could open up the ground Tipping the ebullient bowl Once more Rain, Rain I fire down For days and many nights Pain, Pain of gruesome kinds In the tomb of tephra In the tomb of tephra! I would be cracking The damned core To your Earth's deadly uterus Seed my spite in ancient fire And then let it rain again With fierce nature I was approaching With intention to Undo all the patterns Running forth, breaching And covering What an irony and blessing Of Vulcania Out of sight For sixteen centuries O their remains No one will ever know Their overwhelming No one but I And so it must be Rain, Rain I fire down For days and many nights Pain, Pain of gruesome kinds In the tomb of tephra