On the wings of the storm... And a new sun will rise up from my hands To start a reign I'll rule On the wings of the storm...
come On the wings of the storm... And a new sun will rise up from my hands To start a reign I'll rule On the wings of the storm...
'm seeing it now My heart's pounding up, my vision refined The string that is flowing deep from inside is the hand of the Divine I see a miracle each day Your splendor clearly on
on innocent herdsmen who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine
in Isaiah and Midian thrived Regaining His sights for the storming of skies And after descenturies have crawled, vilified Our dark harkened day on spread wing
. Coming forth on desert ground, the incarnation of a king in sleep profound. Another self-proclaimed king, set to rule in the new empire. On a mission
on innocent herdsman who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine
for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streets The barns are stormed The windows kept & only one of all the rest To dance & save us W/the divine
for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streets The barns are stormed The windows kept & only one of all the rest To dance & save us W/ the divine
[PART I: LO SPIRITO DELLA FORESTA] [King Uriel:] The horns of war were sounding On icy winds the echoes of ancient fears will breathe again Soon on the
flames dance in grace Dark flames dance in grace the grace of Storms One shadow of beauty, One shadow of darkness, Sailing free on the seas within my
