Letra de Coming Storm (Orchestral Version) - Septicflesh

There is no hope
You are so catastrophic
A flaw of nature
A menace, a bomb device
You are unjust believers

A violating law
This is my final warning
No escape from the cold
From the fear, the storm

A crowd terrified
Divided by fear
Fear

There is no hope
You are so catastrophic
And your defenders
Are preachers, the stubborn heads

A selfish ecosystem
Addicted to control
This is my final warning
No escape from the cold
From the fear, the storm

A crowd terrified
Divided by fear
Fear, fear

I am the hand that feeds you
I am the one that kills you
Don't ask me why
I won't prevent you from committing suicide
Storm, storm!

You are the last believers
Who violate the law
This is my final warning
You can't fight, you can't win
You can't stop weather

I am the hand that feeds you
I am the one that kills you
Don't ask me why
I won't prevent you from committing suicide

Our nature was our killer
We fought inside
We fought our pride
A storm with great rage

And now we seek a healer
With warmth inside
To cure our pride
Blinded by hate
The coming storm
A storm is coming, a storm
A storm with great rage