Waking on a field from the decade of the beast
On a new road with no true north I see it
Well, there's doubt in every face
And there's a light here on the stage
What good is it if he don't himself believe in it?
Every clash brings 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
And a coin drops in the box don't change the meaning [?]
There's a storm and it's a-raging
In the belly of the slave [?]
And it's coming
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming
When the wind howls at your gate
Already it is too late
It's coming
It's coming