Waiting for somebody to walk in and offer them a miracle Waiting for somebody to walk in and offer them a miracle She's half crazy She lives her lazy
If you ever come across the sea You're just wastin' your time, wastin' your time Over here we are losers, some people We are way out of line, way out
eyes And Rotten mouth, wears a frown Its kingdom, a whispering wind Mild breeze on the brow of the dead 'Tis the sound of the tempest That drowns us
Don't touch this Just look and feel your way through Can't tough this tempest just yet The hopes and fears In the sirens sounding Beating hearts, tears
thunder seethed and wreathed in thickening night A line was drawn midst wrong and right and across the throats of thieves As love fell choked, the tempest
The sparks of the tempest rage a hundred years on The voice of the dreamer screams, the cause of the pawn The King and the Queen are gone, each piece
Wind blown A semi capsized in the storm Stranded The rains of June have cleansed it A baptism of sufferage Take two One man beneath a waning moon Still
no sounds that you can hear There is no form that you can touch There are no colors for you to see The only sound is a distant thunder A tempest rages
(Lyrics by V. Frerich) (Music by F. Krynojewski) The final battle is over; the earth has been burnt down No more beauty left; what remains is dark ground
does it take to be a stronger man (when the Tempest in raging on) What does it take to be a real man Tempest calling now I talk to the Tempest, for
Don?t touch this Just look and feel your way through Can?t tough this tempest just yet The hopes and fears in the sirens sounding Beating hearts, tears
And this decision The light is bleak And you are awake And I can barely see the ground beneath my feet. But I can't do this all on my own, I'm gonna
In your fair descent How you shame How do you somewhere How low shin I found your age, your age shaman How to be a slave Out of your fears we'll drift
A battle cry lost on the horizon Betray Enotmbed in these forgotten catacombs Slowly dying with a frigid smile The malignancy of your hate Tempest
thunder seethed And wreathed in thickening night A line was drawn midst wrong and right And across the throat of thieves As love fell choked, the tempest
I say! Why do you grip so hard, that way? Of what, is there left to be afraid? Let the waves elope with your empty remains. They erode your foothold,
Descending the heavens Forced into this sphere
Step forth and face the beast that is the mighty tempest! dare to go for a spin on the world's most horrifically fabulous ride! behold the tempest! the