I'm feeling sick; the trees will show me why
The air gets thick; this peace will soon be gone
North turn the Throcken; head unto the sky
The wood contracts; the army marches on
Free your mind
Hail to the sky
Deep purple clouds grow dark; I feel their stare
The trees explode, screaming in agony
Three hundred wheels bring war across this land
The wind steals my breath; the air is freezing
The cold descends
Houses implode into splinters
This can't be real
Battalions of wind snap frozen trees like straws
Birds turn to ice before falling from the sky
The sound of bullets breaking glass; I know that I must die
I must die
Free your mind
Hail to the sky
"Time is a keyhole. Yes, I think so
We sometimes bend and peer through it
And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do
The wind that blows through the keyhole
Is the breath of all the living universe"
Act of Destruction - Starkblast Lyrics
Act of Destruction - Starkblast Lyrics
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I'm feeling sick; the trees will show me why
The air gets thick; this peace will soon be gone
North turn the Throcken; head unto the sky
The wood contracts; the army marches on
Free your mind
Hail to the sky
Deep purple clouds grow dark; I feel their stare
The trees explode, screaming in agony
Three hundred wheels bring war across this land
The wind steals my breath; the air is freezing
The cold descends
Houses implode into splinters
This can't be real
Battalions of wind snap frozen trees like straws
Birds turn to ice before falling from the sky
The sound of bullets breaking glass; I know that I must die
I must die
Free your mind
Hail to the sky
"Time is a keyhole. Yes, I think so
We sometimes bend and peer through it
And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do
The wind that blows through the keyhole
Is the breath of all the living universe"
The air gets thick; this peace will soon be gone
North turn the Throcken; head unto the sky
The wood contracts; the army marches on
Free your mind
Hail to the sky
Deep purple clouds grow dark; I feel their stare
The trees explode, screaming in agony
Three hundred wheels bring war across this land
The wind steals my breath; the air is freezing
The cold descends
Houses implode into splinters
This can't be real
Battalions of wind snap frozen trees like straws
Birds turn to ice before falling from the sky
The sound of bullets breaking glass; I know that I must die
I must die
Free your mind
Hail to the sky
"Time is a keyhole. Yes, I think so
We sometimes bend and peer through it
And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do
The wind that blows through the keyhole
Is the breath of all the living universe"
Writer: John Bravo III, Nigel Bravo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid