"The Storm, It's Coming" Lyrics

Waking from the fields, from the decade of the beast
On a new road with no true north, I see it
Well, there's doubt in every face
And there's a light here on the stage
What good is it if he don't himself believe in it?
Every cloud rings out a warning
Get ready for the storm, it's coming
It's coming

There's a slap back in the face
For a sin you can't erase
And a coin drop in the box don't change the meaning
There's a storm and it's a-raging
In the belly of the slave and
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming

When the wind howls at your gate
Already it is too late
It's coming
It's coming