I stand before thee, gods of all prestine

for flock of tyrants, who know not thy path

come forth to see, all things to be seen

now know the presence, and choose thy wrath

come now in needed time

come now in sweeping vengeance

I demand as I stand before you

cleanse this worlds decay

I demand to know the light of a promised land

I demand to see this corrosion wiped away

and the slithering begins

as the shell of men crawl weeping

and as the light of dawn is growing

and with the winds that are blowing

the realization sets in

that the ways of the shallow empty

have brought it down

the final truth has come

the winds that are blowing

shall bring it down

to the ways of your worthless life

and while your clinging

your words is falling

you are left with nothing

the final truth has come

and with the winds that are blowing

have brought it down

your ignorant haze

your ways so shallow and empty

heal these wounds of time

has brought it down

return these days to the righteous

I have waited so long

for the winds of change to come

through eyes still clear

through eyes not dulled by fear

through eyes behind the soul

I see what must be...

I demand to know the light of a promised land

I demand to see this corruption wiped away