Waking on a field from the decade of the beast
On a new road with no true north I see it
There's doubt in every face
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
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
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