Inside the storm is a beast, wicked, vile, powerful
Attacking the least of us, it has no ethics or rules
Wild beast of our greatest fears, hungering for us
If only the innocent might slay the guilty, in truth
Beneath crucifixion trees, as the storm destroys
We're left to wonder, what we did to deserve taboo
If we escape our death, we find the door to solitude
The storm lives, to kill us and return to its brood
If we survive, we live another day, in doom
One we can never escape, in our minds
