Thunder roaring inside shadows hanging above the city with cabin fever
Drowning under the rising tide as the killing of the light ushers in a catching fear
Pride will come before the fall, a jealous son will burn it all
Casting stones into the wind, sin scratches at your door again
Running faster than your legs can carry you, too far down to come back
Turning hurricanes endeavour to pull you to where the sky has faded to black
Battle lines are drawn around a city under siege overrun by liars
Castles with illusory prestige collapse like any other and by the same hallowed fire
There's nothing here that you can own that can't be owned by anyone
Honing the same holy stone contriving knives from sacred bone
Running faster than your legs can carry you, too far down to come back
Turning hurricanes endeavour to pull you to where the sky has faded to black
Pull you to where the sky has faded to black