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 toward 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
We go in silence

Hollowed out hearts
Fallen asleep
When will the wind tear us from dreams

We go toward 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
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 toward 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
We go in silence