Well on my way I smell the rain.
Rumblings of a storm.
The cowards well run.
The warchild will fight.
They'll bring the world to its knees.
How will I know where will we go from here.
I'll tell you it's not what you dream about at nightalone.
And I run.
Tending to wounds.
I'm living the truth.
The stringth of a new found world and Through it all.
The last man tall will havebled for a word callled free.
How will I know where will we go from here.
I'll tell you it's not what you dream about at night alone.
And I run.
And I run.
And I run.
And I run.
