, but so sublime Crying here to be free from mortal form, so valueless Heading towards source of all Alone forevermore In the hands of storm he is purified
I find rest 'cause You know just how far the east is from the west From one scarred hand to the other One scarred hand to the other From one scarred hand
isolation A new storm is brewing Ritualist! Shedding the old skin Ritualist! Procreating new sin Ritualist! Incubation and isolation Ritualist! A new storm
to get on the bus, I'm broke We gotta go to the store alright man quick cause I'm short Yeah, we gonna have enough time to go to the store? Nah, look
: like a stone i drop through the breaking storm up through the star-filled sky i soar still more, i want more left out in the cold and in fever's grip
: Don't look for a perfect living Start your own new beginning Storm clouds in your life are coming With your painful souls and yearning Find your reason
to the ground And the storm that I thought would blow over Clouds the light of the love that I found Now my body is starting to quiver And the palms of my hands
off my clothes and scream at the sky Fall to my knees and ask God, "Why? " This nightlife is killing me I think I'm losing my mind I yearn to fly, yet
From one scarred hand to the other I start the day, the war begins Endless reminding of my sin And time and time again Your truth is drowned out by the storm
back to spew my fire A yearning vengance feeds my hunger every night Just one desire burns inside my head Closer is coming closer A demon`s rising by my hand
Cold still waters running deep Pale before the eyes Ravaged by the hands that feed Thunder clouds the skies Drifting with the tide Floating with the
My man Storm and his home' West Stone. (Storm) You can't fuck with Storm, six niggas in the truck with Storm You want to jack him, but you won't got
I remember yearnings, so long ago Hiding in your helping hands, feeling low Every line I know, every song I learned by heart You stopped the flow from
these corridors And silence her shrill, tormenting voice . . .forever. . . Like snowfall, you cried a silent storm No tears stain this dust in my hands
