Waking from the feast, from the decade of the beast
On a new road with no true north to see yet
Well there's doubt in every face
When there's a liar on the stage
What good is it, if he don't himself believe in it?
Every clap, rings out a warning
Get ready for the storm, its coming
Its coming
There's a slap back in the face
For a sin you can't erase
And a coin dropped in the box don't change the meaning
There's a storm, and its a raging
In the belly of the slave and its coming
Its coming
Its coming
Its coming
And when the wind howls at your gate
Already it is too late its coming
its coming
Another version of the lyrics...
Waking from the feast, from the decade of the beast On a new road with no true north to see yet Well there's doubt in every face When there's a liar on the stage What good is it, if he don't himself believe in it?
Every clap, rings out a warning Get ready for the storm, its coming Its coming
There's a slap back in the face For a sin you can't erase And a coin dropped in the box don't change the meaning There's a storm, and its a raging In the belly of the slave and its coming Its coming Its coming Its coming
And when the wind howls at your gate Already it is too late its coming its coming