Blackened clouds swiftly move above us
Each step leaves muddy trails from the path we choose
But we will not look down when we grief
We won't let blasphemy take our beliefs
The owl flies through the silver rain, silver rain, silver rain
The owl flies through the silver rain, silver rain, silver rain
Tell this message to all believers, all the doubters, and all the people
Silver rain, silver rain, silver rain!
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
