The Storm, It's Coming

Waking on a field from the decade of the beast On a new road with no true north I see it Well there's doubt in every face And there's a light here on the stage What good is it if he don't himself believe in it Every clash brings out a warning Get ready for the storm it's coming It's coming There's a slap back in the face For a sin you can't erase And a coin drops in the box don't change the meaning There's a storm and it's a raging In the belly of the slave And it's coming It's coming It's coming It's coming When the wind howls at your gate Already it is too late It's coming It's coming