The Silence of the Storm

Burning through the pages of history

Ruthless like an ancient plague on words

Onwards with our tales of inglory

Infecting worlds beneath our herds

Burning! Ruthless! Onwards!

Infecting worlds beneath our herds...

But now the silence has spoken

The curtains drawn to reveal a whole new play

Play no more with your games of war

For we all in Death's sweet lullaby...now sway

The warmth, the light, the joy, all the love and the care

The cold, the dark, the grim, all the death and despair

Within these walls they have all turned the same

And with eyes aflame we cast around the blame...

Burning - with flames long died out

Ruthless - with no one to cast down

Onwards - on a road long dried out

Infecting - the dead with life newfound

Burning... Restless... Onwards...

Infected by this death unbound...

This is not the calm before the storm

For they have now become as one

Fix your eyes from the outworn

To see what this world has become...

This is not the odd outside the norm

For this is all we'll ever be

So feast your eyes upon the swarm

And let it all devour thee

Awake! Sleeping through the ages

In dark dreams that go on for days

Grim sights in these slow hours

We pray the soul within us would slay...

The warmth, the light, the joy, all the love and the care

The cold, the dark, the grim, all the death and despair

Within our hearts we know who are to blame

And long ago we have learned to curse our names...