From the unrelenting beat of a pounding drum, come alive
From the ceasing breast of a wicked beast, we survive
In the hallowed marriage of sound and revolt, come anew
To the hollowed, disparaged shed and molt, overdue
Splintering fingers, gore strewn across each hand
(Sink deep, stone, sink deep, stone)
Splintering fingers, gore strewn across each hand
(Sink deep, stone, sink deep, stone)
Pray for a way out of here
Pray for a way
No animal in all the kingdom
Shall ever strike me down
A coward in his finest moment
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Be swift and painless, not a glancing blow
To the back of the head, to the back of the head
Be swift and painless, not a glancing blow
(Sink deep, stone, sink deep, stone)
Pray for a way out of here. Pray for a way
A long, slow pull on the briar
Ready, aim... When the fire burns
Callusing, topping off the urns, a sound remains
Look to the actor in the heavy armor, his mettle shakes
Listen well to the deafening clamor whimpering makes
Look now to the unassuming, unwavering
Standing before the heavens screaming
“Bring on the storm
Bring on the storm
Bring on the rain
Bring on the jesters, and bring on the pain
Bring on the storm
Bring on the rain.
Bring on the jesters, and bring on the pain.”
The seed is planted
Let the roots reach far and wide
Let it grow tall
Let the rings remain intact on the inside
And though the autumn brings a fall of leaves (let it grow tall)
We come anew
We come anew
We come anew
Look now to the unassuming, unwavering
Standing before the heavens screaming,
“Bring on the storm. Bring on the storm”.
