Group Prayer of Praise to the Storm God

We speak to the Lord of Lightning,
we seek out the Lord of the Right,
to Him, the ever-bright Champion,
a hymn to banish the night.

For when he comes,
he comes in the darkness.
And when he comes,
he brings in the light.

A flash that cuts through the grayness,
a crash that deafens our ears,
a spike that pins down the Chaos,
a strike that softens our fears.

For when he comes,
he comes in the darkness.
And when he comes,
he brings in the light.
With rain, he brings us the greening,
with grain, he brightens our days,
with might, he drives away falseness,
with right, he opens our ways.

For when he comes,
he comes in the darkness.
And when he comes,
he brings in the light.

For truth, he slays all confusion,
for youth, he stands as a star,
the day, he shows in the storm cloud,
the way, he marks from afar.

For when he comes,
he comes in the darkness.
And when he comes,
he brings in the light.