Mother Tongue The Storm
Outside a storm is raging
In the hills coyotes cry
Black clouds and bone chilling rain
Have erased the moonlight from the sky
Bombs tick, tensions thick
Courts convict, time won't quit
We've been tricked
As the storm keeps raging on
Time's a wolf among the masses
Strikes its prey without a sound
There's no peace for good or sinners
In the sky or in the ground
Bombs tick, tensions thick
Courts convict, time won't quit
We've been tricked
As the storm keeps raging on
Wash our sins deep in the river
Leaders march sheep to the grave
Never thought back being children
That our eyes would see the darkest days
Bombs tick, tensions thick
Courts convict, time won't quit
We've been tricked
As the storm keeps raging on
