Wither The Storm

Form a dramatic pause

A stranglehold is clenched

Less of nothing now gone

Dream a lesser cause

No growth in the eye of the storm

See clouds before our eyes

Obliterate our begotten means

Dust clouds settle in the sky

Turmoil of a forsaken dawn

To wither the storm

See our green turn gray

As means just fade away

The circle now is broken

Abolish what was cleansed

No growth in the eye of the storm

See clouds before our eyes

Obliterate our begotten means

Dust clouds settle in the sky

Turmoil of a forsaken dawn

To wither the storm

Tumble our mighty frost

Giving all that we treasure

Tell our tale of deceit

And lacerate what we pleasure