We build the fortress and the horde
We self-infect to sell the cure
We light the bridge Incite the war
Our time is up
Here comes the storm
We dug for gold, amidst the graves
We built the nations, with the slaves
Each generation craving more
Insatiate
Here comes the storm
His thunder rumbles
Like a hundred thousand armies marching
And we are drowning in the downpour
His mighty lighting striking dry earth into wildfire
Incineration in a hailstorm
His fire falling into dying oceans boiling over
Ripe and ready for the reaper
We are fallen for
Given our reward
We built the world
Who made the storm?
We silence justice, lie to peace
We live for lust to die asleep
We carve our idols in our form
They suicide
(Here comes the storm)
We lived for violence, played the whore
We saw the silent, and ignored
We marched en masse on the unborn
We'll burn to ash
Here comes the Storm
His thunder rumbles
Like a hundred thousand armies marching
And we are drowning in the downpour
His mighty lighting striking dry earth into wildfire
Incineration in a hailstorm
His fire falling into dying oceans boiling over
Ripe and ready for the reaper
We are fallen for
Given our reward
This world is ours
Who made the storm?
Who made the
Stones we throw?
The heads we seek
The blood we bleed?
One hand will
Reap and sow
The final blow
Will bring the peace
Be lifted up, o fist
And come against
Our sticks and stone
Break us like promises
We made to chasing wind
Here comes the storm
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We build the fortress and the horde
We self-infect to sell the cure
We light the bridge Incite the war
Our time is up
Here comes the storm
We dug for gold, amidst the graves
We built the nations, with the slaves
Each generation craving more
Insatiate
Here comes the storm
His thunder rumbles
Like a hundred thousand armies marching
And we are drowning in the downpour
His mighty lighting striking dry earth into wildfire
Incineration in a hailstorm
His fire falling into dying oceans boiling over
Ripe and ready for the reaper
We are fallen for
Given our reward
We built the world
Who made the storm?
We silence justice, lie to peace
We live for lust to die asleep
We carve our idols in our form
They suicide
(Here comes the storm)
We lived for violence, played the whore
We saw the silent, and ignored
We marched en masse on the unborn
We'll burn to ash
Here comes the Storm
His thunder rumbles
Like a hundred thousand armies marching
And we are drowning in the downpour
His mighty lighting striking dry earth into wildfire
Incineration in a hailstorm
His fire falling into dying oceans boiling over
Ripe and ready for the reaper
We are fallen for
Given our reward
This world is ours
Who made the storm?
Who made the
Stones we throw?
The heads we seek
The blood we bleed?
One hand will
Reap and sow
The final blow
Will bring the peace
Be lifted up, o fist
And come against
Our sticks and stone
Break us like promises
We made to chasing wind
Here comes the storm
We self-infect to sell the cure
We light the bridge Incite the war
Our time is up
Here comes the storm
We dug for gold, amidst the graves
We built the nations, with the slaves
Each generation craving more
Insatiate
Here comes the storm
His thunder rumbles
Like a hundred thousand armies marching
And we are drowning in the downpour
His mighty lighting striking dry earth into wildfire
Incineration in a hailstorm
His fire falling into dying oceans boiling over
Ripe and ready for the reaper
We are fallen for
Given our reward
We built the world
Who made the storm?
We silence justice, lie to peace
We live for lust to die asleep
We carve our idols in our form
They suicide
(Here comes the storm)
We lived for violence, played the whore
We saw the silent, and ignored
We marched en masse on the unborn
We'll burn to ash
Here comes the Storm
His thunder rumbles
Like a hundred thousand armies marching
And we are drowning in the downpour
His mighty lighting striking dry earth into wildfire
Incineration in a hailstorm
His fire falling into dying oceans boiling over
Ripe and ready for the reaper
We are fallen for
Given our reward
This world is ours
Who made the storm?
Who made the
Stones we throw?
The heads we seek
The blood we bleed?
One hand will
Reap and sow
The final blow
Will bring the peace
Be lifted up, o fist
And come against
Our sticks and stone
Break us like promises
We made to chasing wind
Here comes the storm
Writer: Seth Trey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid