away to reveal something else From the past we must break free Come to terms with all that tortures me Tragic memories invade Let the storm winds wash
away To reveal something else From the past we must break free Come to terms with all that tortures me Tragic memories invade Let the storm winds wash
when the cold wind blows through weathered eyes and blistered skin it's quiet now it's like the calm before the raging violence of the storm begins and
I rule! Dreadful fall of slaughter, Raw scent of fresh-spilled blood, Crimson rain falls from the sky, Ravens ride the storm. Black cloud of arrows
descend into the still, icy waters of the lakes. Beyond the veil of north-winds, I await the emissaries of the tyrant, The wind whispering across the
to breathe Falling My world?s up and I?m almost Falling My hands over my shoulders Falling
do with the fire Whatcha do whatcha do with the higher love (I can hear them calling) So close I can almost taste it Worth all the wasted time (I spent wishing and falling
appear From the bright storm out of the shadows Up there, down there but what can we say Man's been forewarned All communion is not holy, even those that fall
we raised the oil pressure And waited for the weather to get much better For the new wind to blow in the storm We tried to remember the history in the
youth She smashed her knuckles into winter (Gloria!) As autumn's wind fades into black She is the saint on all the sinners (Gloria!) The one that's fallen
us from the shadow fall The lord of water spoke In the silence words of wisdom "I've seen the end of all Be aware, the storm gets closer" Mirror, mirror
tears to the eye of a storm And my memory banks vaults of forests and amazon river banks And I've screamed them into sunsets that echo in earthquakes Shadows
Sabbaths day. Charge! Crest the demon's souls Show yourselves in power Angels fear resist nothing holds the storm Inform the grand master of Hades Storm
teach them young, that history is taught by those who've won great white father playing favorites with his favorite sons a people fall, like leaves before the storm
rape Tall are the shadows that dance before me As they show the way to the dawn An autumn forest that never reach Condemned to sorrow Chasing wind,
They lead the blind back to mothers womb tomb of the unborn child Coming events cast their shadows before wintery wind the eye of the storm witness the