Run towards the storm coming
Trample the way

Bring me
Closer
Siphon, every little constant threat
Trace me
Closer
Soon, it will all disappear

Long, may it run
I haven't slept for months
I'll sleep when I can severe all the servants
In the nest, you'll find me
Wondering around a thousand yards of stare
I'm holding every head

Running towards
Running towards the storm
Today, I'm in control