Текст песни Winds Of March

They live in a state of confusion Tragedy and stress We know that you have the solution You keep it for yourself They silence the voice of reason The hand controls the game All under the eye of illusion While everybody plays Nations are gathering for war From the corners of the dark Led by the armies of the North Gathering the Winds of March The voice of a thousand angels Kneeling to the lamb Watching them kill each other And forfeiting the plan Lovers of money and power Destroyers of the truth They've got to control the action They force the hands of doom Nations are gathering for war From the corners of the dark Led by the armies of the North Like the rising Winds of March Holding on, keep holding on For you my friend Unholy men of delusion Terror in the streets Selling their propaganda The widow gently weeps Nations are gathering for war From the corners of the dark Led by the armies of the North Like the rising Winds of March Satan is gathering for war From the corners of the dark Taking the nations of the world Through the mighty Winds of March