, but so sublime Crying here to be free from mortal form, so valueless Heading towards source of all Alone forevermore In the hands of storm he is purified
From one scarred hand to the other I start the day, the war begins Endless reminding of my sin And time and time again Your truth is drowned out by the storm
back to spew my fire A yearning vengance feeds my hunger every night Just one desire burns inside my head Closer is coming closer A demon`s rising by my hand
Cold still waters running deep Pale before the eyes Ravaged by the hands that feed Thunder clouds the skies Drifting with the tide Floating with the
My man Storm and his home' West Stone. (Storm) You can't fuck with Storm, six niggas in the truck with Storm You want to jack him, but you won't got
I remember yearnings, so long ago Hiding in your helping hands, feeling low Every line I know, every song I learned by heart You stopped the flow from
these corridors And silence her shrill, tormenting voice . . .forever. . . Like snowfall, you cried a silent storm No tears stain this dust in my hands
senses Given courage to hold on longer and a goal to breathe for Desert traveler in a mirage welcome Feeling a presence, yearning for fairy hands To
The light shimmers away It's the beginning of the journey Myriads of roads for my sins to pave The lust has fled into my dreams As a wayward storm It
day Hides the loneliest life What a waste, all betrayed 'Cause you can't seem to (Fly) Fly away from the storm (Now) Please understand (God) God lent His hand
isolation A new storm is brewing Ritualist Shedding the old skin Ritualist Procreating new sin Ritualist Incubation and isolation Ritualist A new storm
Come in my boat a storm is rising / and the night is coming Where do you want to go quite alone / you are drifting away Who will hold your hand when it
shadows are on your side as lights go down In the darkest place you find a tune of it?s own Like the haze of the afterglow jaws will part When the storm
you From Seven points of Darkness beyond the mountains and the ruins I will come for you Across the Fields of Rage and Yearning with Power in my hand
like a stone i drop through the breaking storm up through the star-filled sky i soar still more, i want more left out in the cold and in fever's grip
