In Arcs of the Horizon.

Lightning strikes and thunder bolts in charges will reply, in force that sights electric volts in light upon the sky. Upon the bane of set reflections, currents will be struck, upon the point the light will meet the jagged lines they’re cut. In downpour of the heavy heavens, howling winds of pain, in light upon the force of levies darkness will contain. Beneath the visions of illusion, dazed upon despair, in brilliance of the light that meets horizons to be there. In violent passage through the thoughts released upon their bark, the chilling veins are struck by flames upon their violent arc.