I awaken, disorientated, racing pulse
What was it, I was supposed to remember?
I can't recall the words
Only the pale horse and its pale rider, with its outstretched hands, reaching for me
The storm approaches
The air hangs heavier, than a dead man at the end of his rope
The incessant dread that is felt by all and seen by none
Abandoned prayers, swallowed by a rising tide, the unfaithful flee to safety
But there is no longer a safe place left, to go
We who know the tempest grow tired of the calm
Follow me and descend into chaos
Follow me to witness the downfall of man
The wicked heart is repaid in death and the blood that courses though those veins will be let
To stain the ground
The storm approaches
The air hangs heavier, than a dead man at the end of his rope
The incessant dread that is felt by all and seen by none
Abandoned prayers, swallowed by a rising tide, the unfaithful flee to safety
But there is no longer a safe place left, to go
We who know the tempest grow tired of the calm
Follow me and descend into chaos
Follow me to witness the downfall of man
The depraved will taste the malice they've inflicted
And their blood will stain the ground
The storm approaches
The air hangs heavier, than a dead man at the end of his rope
The incessant dread that is felt by all but seen by none
Abandoned prayers, swallowed by a rising tide, the unfaithful flee to safety
The unfaithful flee to safety
But there is no safe place left to...