When it comes It will not bow down It will simply deny your authority When it leaves It will drag you along Bound by both your hands and both your feet When it cries Rivers swell and grow Wash away your only and biggest fear When it sighs It will blow you away With the power of a thousand storms
When the sun starves What will be left for them When the moon dies What will be left for them When the stars fade What will be left for them When it’s all gone What will be left of them? When it speaks Even the deaf will hear When it shines even the blind will see When it cries Rivers swell and grow Wash away your only and biggest fear When the sun starves What will be left for them When the moon dies What will be left for them When the stars fade What will be left for them When it’s all gone What will be left of them?