The Storm, It's Coming

Breaking, from the feast From a decade of the beast On a new road With no true North, I see it There's doubt in every face And there's a liar on the stage And what good is it If he don't himself believe in it Every clap rings out a warning Get ready for the storm, it's coming It's coming A slap back to the face For a sin he can't erase And a coin dropped in the box don't change the meaning There's a storm and it's a-raging In the belly of the slave It's coming, it's coming It's coming, it's coming And when the wind howls at your gate Already it is too late It's coming, it's coming