Waiting For The Storm

Strangled by the strength of your poison made man
Tortured by the absence of air consumed by everybody else
Tormented by an ancient plan of gaining space
Crucified by the idea of man you can't understand.

Waiting for the storm.

It's time to put an end
To love and happiness
Present is so cruel
A retribution of madness
Marching on the storm
Going ahead without piety
Freedom is hunting me
In this blackest cloudy sky.

Leave your mortal life behind
Drown yourself in a world of nothingness… entwined.

Possessed by torments of past memories
Devoured by an hunger of centuries ago
Explosion is the sound of chains broken
Infection is the living hate through my veins.

I am what you can't control
I am fire in its purest form
I am built with the sound of anger
I am what you can't complain
I am water blue and drained
I am built with the spine of horror
Waiting for the storm.

Disease in spiral downwards
What i felt in that moment in time
Marching upon an altar, made of flesh and bones
An abyss of fury, instead an age of reason
I'm getting my freedom back, paying with your sun
I'm getting my freedom back… paying with your sun.