Reign Of Thunder

We've been at the edge too many times,

To ignore the warning signs

Now that we're led by those who are blind,

To the world that is outside

They will ensure, that they'll make our lives,

A misery before our eyes

These power whores, are those who decide..

Which civil war goes on the side

It's out of our hands.

To a man we must fight or be overrun

And by midnight, the first strike has begun..

Would they rather die..or live and suffer...this reign of thunder

Nations in need, no longer have the right, to chose which war in which they fight..

Hatred and greed, and mad myopic sight

Add to the Anarchists delight

The poor will die whatever, in the ultimate defeat,

We sell them arms

But send them nothing they can eat..

Women and children, starved and alone..

They are like shadows painted on bare walls

In spite of the land in their hands, the respite will fool no-one..

And by midnight there is light, but no sun

Would they rather die, than live and suffer, through this reign of thunder

Take it as read, that what's left behind, incriminates the ones inside

And we are fed, all the same old lies, twisted thoughts of twisted minds

It's out of our hands...