Thunder

Black flags and bright minds
Fuel the fire in me, there is no running from this
With our hands up high we’ve watched as the world burned
Take us to the gates
Let’s bring an end to this endless suffering
Pick your battles
We are dead and recovering

Dead and recovering
Embody flies to the flame
Sticks and stones, A maze of illusion
Dead and recovering
Dead and recovering

Ride the storm, be death defiant
There’s truth in honor and bliss
Can’t you see, we have none when the sun sets
Within the land of blistered tongues we reside
The house of the harvester

Fear the untamed, for thunder is their game tonight
Shackles and chains, we are slaves to the light
Tear out the heart, rip the teeth from the beast
Erase the clouds that have conquered the masses

Beneath a blood red sky
Cracks in the pavement, dark days in our memory
The bitter pills they gave me
Cries in the night
Lies so vile, infected reality
Behold the children of mischief

Behold the children of mischief

Fear the untamed, for thunder is their game tonight
Shackles and chains, we are slaves to the light
Tear out the heart, rip the teeth from the beast
Erase the clouds that have conquered the masses