When it all bows to darkness Natural Justice will be served The only truth we can fathom, Is the judgment of the earth Water will try to drown itself, And what we take for granted, will take us in return We, weve stolen our childrens souls
Storms will serve as punishment Storms serve as punishment
An age of refinement beyond our control Water will try to drown itself, An age of refinement beyond our control True consumption neither bought nor sold We must still Way the toll
Storms will serve as punishment Storms serve as punishment