J. Bouchard - R. Binder - )



You scorned the love that I gave you

You lied now nothing can save you

Blue skies are turning to grey

I know the games that you play

Winds of rage they start to build

Too much madness will lay you under

The cards you draw don't help at all

Hear the sound of approaching thunder



When you see the clouds blacken

Remember you've been warned

No shelter from my fierce winds

Because, I am the storm



You'll hear my echoes of anger

You'll fear the roar of my thunder

Nightmares, confusion will come true

Aces and eights are the fate that you drew

Lightning bolts become my swords

When I pull them from the sky

Run my gauntlet of slashing rain

You won't survive to testify



When you see the clouds blacken

Remember you've been warned

No shelter from my fierce winds

Because, I am the storm