Coming Storm

(альбом: Modern Primitive - 2022)

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 the 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