We Who Know The Tempest

I awaken, disorientated, racing pulse What was it, I was supposed to remember? I can't recall the words Only the pale horse and its pale rider, with its outstretched hands, reaching for me The storm approaches The air hangs heavier, than a dead man at the end of his rope The incessant dread that is felt by all and seen by none Abandoned prayers, swallowed by a rising tide, the unfaithful flee to safety But there is no longer a safe place left, to go We who know the tempest grow tired of the calm Follow me and descend into chaos Follow me to witness the downfall of man The wicked heart is repaid in death and the blood that courses though those veins will be let To stain the ground The storm approaches The air hangs heavier, than a dead man at the end of his rope The incessant dread that is felt by all and seen by none Abandoned prayers, swallowed by a rising tide, the unfaithful flee to safety But there is no longer a safe place left, to go We who know the tempest grow tired of the calm Follow me and descend into chaos Follow me to witness the downfall of man The depraved will taste the malice they've inflicted And their blood will stain the ground The storm approaches The air hangs heavier, than a dead man at the end of his rope The incessant dread that is felt by all but seen by none Abandoned prayers, swallowed by a rising tide, the unfaithful flee to safety The unfaithful flee to safety But there is no safe place left to... --- We Who Know the Tempest - Aetherial