Heavy metal Stories

  That night when first I saw your face, Your black-sheathed beauty held my eye; You sought the fire, the winds to chase, You revelled in the storm vexed sky.   That night I heard the rolling thunder, I heard the storm Gods call my name As lightning rent the sky asunder, Upon my heart you staked your claim.   Music of winter tide and tempest, True soul of all-embracing night, Howling din that Furies love best, Goddess mos...