If I
Would give you my clear skies

If I
Would give you all golden fields of grain

Strong legs and tireless hearts
An ocean as still as a lake
Would you still worship and pray
And not forget my name

Umai
Umai
Umai
Umai
Umai

Instead, I'll give you my storm
I'll give you my hail
I will tear out trees, sweep up the seas and destroy all the fields
And you reach for the sky
But in this mud you'll die
And you will pray
When lightning illuminates your faith
When lightning uh lightning

If you, sweet child
Never screamed to get your way
I will forget you lying there
And sleep for a million days
And I hear your prayers

Umai
Umai
Umai, umai

Instead, I'll give you my storm
I'll give you my hail
I will tear out trees, sweep up the seas and destroy all the fields
And you reach for the sky
But in this mud you'll die
And you will pray
When lightning illuminates your faith
Who will pray?
Who will pray?
You will pray!

Umai