I stand before thee, gods of all prestine for flock of tyrants, who know not thy path come forth to see, all things to be seen now know the presence, and choose thy wrath come now in needed time come now in sweeping vengeance I demand as I stand before you cleanse this worlds decay I demand to know the light of a promised land I demand to see this corrosion wiped away and the slithering begins as the shell of men crawl weeping and as the light of dawn is growing and with the winds that are blowing the realization sets in that the ways of the shallow empty have brought it down the final truth has come the winds that are blowing shall bring it down to the ways of your worthless life and while your clinging your words is falling you are left with nothing the final truth has come and with the winds that are blowing have brought it down your ignorant haze your ways so shallow and empty heal these wounds of time has brought it down return these days to the righteous I have waited so long for the winds of change to come through eyes still clear through eyes not dulled by fear through eyes behind the soul I see what must be... I demand to know the light of a promised land I demand to see this corruption wiped away