Wither The Storm (Morgion)

Form a dramatic pause A stranglehold is clenched Less of nothing now gone Dream a lesser cause No growth in the eye of the storm See clouds before our eyes Obliterate our begotten means Dust clouds settle in the sky Turmoil of a forsaken dawn To wither the storm See our green turn gray As means just fade away The circle now is broken Abolish what was cleansed No growth in the eye of the storm See clouds before our eyes Obliterate our begotten means Dust clouds settle in the sky Turmoil of a forsaken dawn To wither the storm Tumble our mighty frost Giving all that we treasure Tell our tale of deceit And lacerate what we pleasure