Some storm child thing

Kill the storm, wicked vain lovely child
Hunt her brood down, scatter her pride
Smother her with love, lorn and kisses
Bind her true, her bones, her wishes

Summon the dawn, the night, the faen
Burn down the house of hope again
Be not shy, be deathly dreadful vain
Break them unto death's last lonesome bane

Gather the dark thriving in their hearts
Wreck their souls, their faith, their arts
Set your will, your love, your vengeance
Battle their dark, their demons, their decadence