There's a storm coming in It's getting stronger with every mile that it eats There's a storm coming in It's getting stronger with every mile that it eats Fueled by the taste of broken defeat You better run for shelter, I hope you find shelter And they will come like thieves in the night Blood on their daggers, smiles on their faces, they are never satisfied So let them come and let the fire spread Let our anthem scar the skies: "We are not the living dead" I want to suck water out of the clouds Set fire to all my doubts Hold mountains in my hand Crush them into grains of sand Because if everything I build will surely fall down I want to be a devastator so they all know that I was around