Breaking, from the feast
From a decade of the beast
On a new road
With no true North, I see it

There´s doubt in every face
And there´s a liar on the stage
And what good is it
If he don´t himself believe in it

Every clap rings out a warning
Get ready for the storm, it´s coming
It´s coming

A slap back to the face
For a sin he can´t erase
And a coin dropped in the box don´t change the meaning

There´s a storm and it´s a-raging
In the belly of the slave
It´s coming, it´s coming
It´s coming, it´s coming

And when the wind howls at your gate
Already it is too late
It´s coming, it´s coming