Verona

They stormed the fortress,
In the coldness of night,
They stormed the fortress,
The anxious tremor, my knight.

Under cover of cloud they conquered, and by sunrise decried,
That this kingdom they had come from,
Was darker than darkest night.
This anxious tremor,
This lonely night,
They cried ‘help,’
Not wanting to reside,
There, as they had,
As I have many a night,
Resided in that darkness,
The only darkness: a man without God’s light.

Then upon this stone,
Under Verona sky,
Praise Lord I never return,
To that lonely night.
Praise Lord that I remember Him,
Under Verona sky.