• To awake in the wake of destruction
    Is bliss
    While the skies become clouded with the darkest ash
    And lightning flares
    Whilst the earth quakes
    The world shakes
    Chaos is abound
    And within my sanctuary
    I watch
    I smile
    I observe the demons fall from the sky
    And crash upon the ground
    Ah, but my tea is sweet, my bed is soft
    My worries are so far off
    The bedlam of the world around me
    It makes me smile, harbor such glee
    And as I turn my back to the window
    With a most delicate sigh
    My sanctum she calls to me