I stand before thee, gods of all prestine   for flock of tyrants, who know not thy path   come forth to see, all things to be seen   now know the presence, and choose thy wrath      come now in needed time   come now in sweeping vengeance   I demand as I stand before you   cleanse this worlds decay      I demand to know the light of a promised land      I demand to see this corrosion wiped away   and the slithering begins   as the shell of men crawl weeping   and as the light of dawn is growing   and with the winds that are blowing   the realization sets in   that the ways of the shallow empty   have brought it down   the final truth has come   the winds that are blowing   shall bring it down      to the ways of your worthless life   and while your clinging   your words is falling   you are left with nothing   the final truth has come   and with the winds that are blowing   have brought it down   your ignorant haze   your ways so shallow and empty      heal these wounds of time   has brought it down   return these days to the righteous   I have waited so long   for the winds of change to come   through eyes still clear   through eyes not dulled by fear   through eyes behind the soul   I see what must be...   I demand to know the light of a promised land      I demand to see this corruption wiped away