I stand before thee, gods of all prestine come forth to see, all things to be seen now know the presence, and choose thy wrath for flock of tyrants, who know not thy path
come now in sweeping vengeance come now in needed time I demand as I stand before you cleanse this worlds decay
I demand to know the light of a promised land I demand to see this corrosion wiped away
and the slithering begins as the shell of men crawl weeping and as the light of dawn is growing the realization sets in and with the winds that are blowing the final truth has come that the ways of the shallow empty have brought it down the winds that are blowing shall bring it down
and while your clinging to the ways of your worthless life your words is falling you are left with nothing and with the winds that are blowing the final truth has come your ways so shallow and empty have brought it down your ignorant haze has brought it down
return these days to the righteous heal these wounds of time I have waited so long for the winds of change to come through eyes still clear through eyes not dulled by fear through eyes behind the soul I see what must be...
I demand to know the light of a promised land I demand to see this corruption wiped away
