Breaking from the feast From the decade of the beast On a new road, with no true north I see. There's doubt in every face And there's a liar on the stage. What good is it, if he don't himself believe in it? Every clap 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 A coin dropped in the box don't change the meaning. There's a storm and it's raging In the belly of the slave And it's coming. It's coming. When the wind howls at your gate Already it is too late. It's coming. It's coming.
Breaking from the feast
From the decade of the beast
On a new road, with no true north I see.
There's doubt in every face
And there's a liar on the stage.
What good is it, if he don't himself believe in it?
Every clap 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
A coin dropped in the box don't change the meaning.
There's a storm and it's raging
In the belly of the slave
And it's coming.
It's coming.
When the wind howls at your gate
Already it is too late.
It's coming.
It's coming.
Love this song, great songfor the dreary october weather
we are using this for our school play this week!! Crying for time! :)
so so so so so so deep
true love there s a storm