Reign Of Thunder

We've Been At The Edge Too Many Times

To Ignore The Warning Signs

Now That We're Led By Those Who Are Blind

To The World That Is Outside

They Will Ensure, That They'll Make Our Lives

A Misery Before Our Eyes

These Power Whores, Are Those Who Decide

Which Civil War Goes On The Side

It's Out Of Our Hands, To A Man We Must Fight Or Be

Overrun

And By Midnight, The First Strike Has Begun

Would They Rather Die, Or Live And Suffer, This Reign

Of Thunder

Nations In Need, No Longer Have The Right

To Chose Which War In Which They Fight

Hatred And Greed, And Mad Myopic Sight

Add To The Anarchists Delight

The Poor Will Die Whatever, In The Ultimate Defeat

We Sell Them Arms But Send Them Nothing They Can Eat

Women And Children, Starved And Alone

They Are Like Shadows Painted On Bare Walls

In Spite Of The Land In Their Hands, The Respite Will

Fool No-one

And By Midnight There Is Light, But No Sun

Would They Rather Die, Than Live And Suffer, This Reign

Of Thunder

Take It As Read, That What's Left Behind

Incriminates The Ones Inside

And We Are Fed, All The Same Old Lies

Twisted Thoughts Of Twisted Minds

It's Out Of Our Hands, To A Man We Must Fight Or Be

Overrun

And By Midnight There Is Light, But No Sun

Would They Rather Die, Or Live And Suffer, This Reign

Of Thunder