Chasing Thunder,
Chasing Thunder,
Fourteen years until my slumber.
A tide will wake,
A tide will seize,
The open day for those to feed.
Power is restless,
And WE are restless,
The souls should sleep for they are dead BUT
All for life is seen too quick.
A blade is thin but blood is thick.
The thorns will chase us,
The thorns will grow.
But brambles can be overthrown.
Chasing Thunder,
Chasing Thunder,
Adrenaline to feed our hunger.
We’ll never be satisfied,
We’ll never be satisfied,
The ease of life would be harder if we didn’t die.
More,
More,
More.
If only the world could provide that.
