The Reaping

Death to all remnants of the wise

The looming storm soon will arrive

In folly we have summoned

This whirlwind gathering might

We go towards the dark in a willful blindness

Pretending the dark clouds on the horizon

Will turn away, will we stay our mad course?

Toward this imminent storm, oh, we go in silence

Hollowed out hearts fallen asleep

When will the wind tear us from dreams?

We go towards the dark in a willful blindness

Pretending the dark clouds on the horizon

Will turn away, will we stay our mad course?

Toward this imminent storm, oh, we go in silence

I'd fallen in line, asleep in between time

The rolling of thunder opened my eyes

Can we turn around? It's coming this way

The wrath of this storm, we won't escape

We go towards the dark in a willful blindness

Pretending the dark clouds on the horizon

Will turn away, will we stay our mad course?

Toward this imminent storm, oh, we go in silence