The Storm, It's Coming

Waking from the fields, from the decade of the beast

On a new road with no true north, I see it

Well, there's doubt in every face

And there's a light here on the stage

What good is it if he don't himself believe in it?

Every cloud rings out a warning

Get ready for the storm, it's coming

It's coming



There's a slap back in the face

For a sin you can't erase

And a coin drop in the box don't change the meaning

There's a storm and it's a-raging

In the belly of the slave and

It's coming

It's coming

It's coming

It's coming



When the wind howls at your gate

Already it is too late

It's coming

It's coming