Perfect Storm Songtext
von Mortrem
Perfect Storm Songtext
Mass corruption leads the sheep to the gate of a man who makes the keeper the slave
As ashes cloud the vision of his perfect storm, set to bury me
Why do we feed from the hands of the devil when solemn angels stare as we dwindle?
Forced to purge when their bodies were starved
Now I′m spilling your blood at the feet of your gods
The recipe of our disaster
Poured into the fountain of life
Can you feel the crumbling skies?
Napalm ignites our demise
Can you feel the crumbling skies?
Can you feel the crumbling skies?
Blinded by fury, consumed by the fire
Enraged and enveloped, entwined in the pyre
The clock ticks on, our time's running thin
The end of an era, destruction begins
A misguided tyrant, blind to reason, committing unwitting treason
Ensnared by their minds, his followers heed the siren′s call
As trust is led astray, his kingdom trembles at the memory of its apocalyptic past
For the will of man may be etched in stone, but the Earth remains testament
And now, as the Earth weeps its silent sorrow, the fate of all, be it creature or man
Rests in the balance of a fragile hand
As ashes cloud the vision of his perfect storm, set to bury me
Why do we feed from the hands of the devil when solemn angels stare as we dwindle?
Forced to purge when their bodies were starved
Now I′m spilling your blood at the feet of your gods
The recipe of our disaster
Poured into the fountain of life
Can you feel the crumbling skies?
Napalm ignites our demise
Can you feel the crumbling skies?
Can you feel the crumbling skies?
Blinded by fury, consumed by the fire
Enraged and enveloped, entwined in the pyre
The clock ticks on, our time's running thin
The end of an era, destruction begins
A misguided tyrant, blind to reason, committing unwitting treason
Ensnared by their minds, his followers heed the siren′s call
As trust is led astray, his kingdom trembles at the memory of its apocalyptic past
For the will of man may be etched in stone, but the Earth remains testament
And now, as the Earth weeps its silent sorrow, the fate of all, be it creature or man
Rests in the balance of a fragile hand
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