I stand before thee, gods of all prestine

come forth to see, all things to be seen

now know the presence, and choose thy wrath

for flock of tyrants, who know not thy path



come now in sweeping vengeance

come now in needed time

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

the realization sets in

and with the winds that are blowing

the final truth has come

that the ways of the shallow empty

have brought it down

the winds that are blowing

shall bring it down



and while your clinging

to the ways of your worthless life

your words is falling

you are left with nothing

and with the winds that are blowing

the final truth has come

your ways so shallow and empty

have brought it down

your ignorant haze

has brought it down



return these days to the righteous

heal these wounds of time

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