"Prelude."

[Ris Yerg]

High in the sky
Wild herds of the clouds
A reckless herdsman's
Driving together.
Piling up clouds.
Piling up frenzy.
Gleaming like fire
The stallions eyes.
Neigh,
Squeal
And roaring sounds
Of hooves ringing tramp
Are merging together
In a furious blaster.
And breaking out
The first peal of thunder.

A tempest.
Soon will be the tempest.