Songtext von Summon In Thunder

divine wind carries the care of creation's hum to live in punishment a prosthetic arrogance-bewildered infinite wrath will touch thee when times strike trails left hand path beneath still waters so summon in thunder - howling down in vain dear departed flee the site slagged - damned run for the hills despite the cold neglect, my daunting depraving in a land of plenty thriving off the zealous degenerate glutton summon your prospect of irony system overload spearheading the scamp I, tormentor, will the crashing derelict