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There's a storm coming inIt's getting stronger with every mile that it eatsThere's a storm coming inIt's getting stronger with every mile that it eatsFueled by the taste of broken defeatYou better run for shelter, I hope you find shelterAnd they will come like thieves in the nightBlood on their daggers, smiles on their faces, they are never satisfiedSo let them come and let the fire spreadLet our anthem scar the skies:"We are not the living dead"I want to suck water out of the cloudsSet fire to all my doubtsHold mountains in my handCrush them into grains of sandBecause if everything I build will surely fall downI want to be a devastator so they all know that I was around From Letras Mania