The Reaping

Death to all remnants of the wise
The looming storm soon will arrive

In folly we have summoned
This whirlwind gathering might

We go toward the dark in a willful blindness
Pretending the dark clouds on the horizon will turn away
Will we stay our mad course toward this imminent storm?
Oh, we go in silence

Hollowed out hearts fallen asleep
When will the wind tear us from dreams?

We go toward the dark in a willful blindness
Pretending the dark clouds on the horizon will turn away
Will we stay our mad course, toward this imminent storm?
Oh, we go in silence

I'd fallen in line, asleep in between time
The rolling of thunder opened my eyes
Can we turn around, it's coming this way?
The wrath of this storm we won't escape

We go toward the dark in a willful blindness
Pretending the dark clouds on the horizon will turn away
Will we stay our mad course toward this imminent storm
Or we go in silence?