Waters burning
The stench returning
An awful big adventure now
The cross demanding
Uneasy landing
Afar the cold is coming on
How far we go
Inside our soul
Have we put out more than we took
What has been the goal
We can't maintain
Our passive ways
As coming waves will drown us out
And turn us all to slaves
I hate to say it's all in vain
Shore to shore and all around
The signs forming
The greater state of souls in sound
Storm
Mauled into it's form
Mauled into it's form
Mauled into it's form
Mauled into it's form
All the centuries repeat
What no one ever had to learn
Admit defeat
And your soul will burn
How come I meet
On every turn people that were forced to churn
Their soul on the machine that was impossible to beat
Waters burning
The stench returning
An awful big adventure now
Wasn't it?
The signs forming
The greater state of souls in sound
Storm
The waveform
The waveform