Songtext
There is no hope,
you are so catastrophic.
A flaw of nature, a menace,
a bomb device.
You are unjust believers,
a violating law.
This is my final warning.
No escape from the cold,
from the fear,
the storm...
A crowd terrified,
divided by fear.
Fear
There is no hope,
you are so catastrophic.
And your defenders are preachers;
the stubborn heads.
A selfish ecosystem addicted to control.
This is my final warning
No escape from the cold,
from the fear,
the storm.
A crowd terrified,
divided by fear.
Fear
Fear
I am the hand that feeds you.
I am the one that kills you .
Don’t ask me why
I won't prevent you from committing suicide.
Storm
Storm
You are the last believers who violate the law.
This is my final warning.
You can’t fight
You can’t win
You can’t stop the weather.
.
I am the hand that feeds you
I am the one that kills you
Don’t ask me why
I won't prevent you from committing suicide.
“Our nature was our killer.
We fought inside.
We fought our pride.”
A storm with great rage
“And now we seek a healer,
with warmth inside
to cure our pride.”
Blinded by hate
The coming storm
A storm is coming
A storm
A storm with great rage
Christos Antoniou, Jens Bogren, Konstantinos Prassas, Septicflesh, Sotirios Vayenas, Spyridon Antoniou
Reservoir Media Management, Inc.