Shugal's Holy Howling (Storm Of Death)

My words shall be of the uprightness of my heart
 and my lips shall utter Knowledge clearly

 Call unto me and I will answer thee
 and shew thee Great and Mighty things
 which thou knowest not

 The Curse of the LORD is in the house of the wicked
 but He Blesseth the habitation of the just
 At the noise of the tumult the people fled
 at the lifting up of Thyself the nations were scattered

 O tell of His Might and sing of His Grace
 Whose robe is the Light, Whose canopy space
 His chariots of Wrath the Deep Thundercoulds form
 And Dark is His path on the wings of the
 Storm of Death

 All his saints are in Thy hand
 and they sat down at Thy feet
 every one shall receive of Thy words

 He that hath received His testimony
 hath set to his seal
 that God is true