Clash of the tempest
And I heard the sound loudly crying:
Gather, I´m the failure redeem
And the secret within
I´ll be fleeting for I´m everlasting
I´m the shame of the proud
I´m the symptom and the cure of all
I´m the morming light slaved in each sunrise
And the hidden counting time/time bomb in your soul
I am the light slaved in each sunrise
I´m a set up times bomb in your soul